Storiesonline.net ------- The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong Copyright© 2003 by Lazlong ------- Description: What would you do if you were a 58 year old man and woke up in a 16 year old body 27 years in your past. I screamed! Things got better as I discovered I had a gorgeous mother and a beautiful sister and an unlimited future. Codes: FF mf ff mF Ff Mult slow ScFi rom 1st teen cons inc mother son bro sis het oral anal ------- ------- Chapter 1 Okay, I know you're not going to believe this, but I have to tell someone. I'm afraid to tell anyone around me, because they'll just call in those nice young men in their clean white coats to take me away, ha, ha. So, you're elected to hear my story. You see, I'm not who you think I am. I'm not who anyone thinks I am. Although you and everyone else thinks I'm 16 year old Mike Green, I'm really 58 year old George Halbertson. Yeah, I know I don't look 58 years old, but that's because I, George Halbertson, am now in Mike Green's body. How did that happen? How the hell do I know. I was a little scared at first. Not because I was in this healthy, though out of shape, young body, but because I didn't want to go back to the worn out 58 year old body I had left. The year I switched bodies was to George, 2003. I woke up in Mike's body in 1976. Wow, deja vu all over again as Yogi is supposed to have said. I don't know for sure why everything that happened to my old body did so, but it was a mess. First off I lost most of my eyesight, then six months after at the age of fifty-two, I had to have triple bypass surgery. Four years later I had a stroke that left the left side of my body partially paralyzed. A year after that I had a heart attack. The first heart attack wasn't that bad, but the one I had six months later was a killer. Literally. I knew from the first one what a heart attack felt like, so when the symptoms started, I called 911. I was in the ambulance, on the way to the hospital when I could feel it happening. I was dying. I knew it and I fought it. In my mind I cursed and screamed. I knew I had screwed up my life and I wanted a chance to change it. I prayed and asked God for another chance, but I knew this body was just plain worn out. "Why did you have to give me such a shitty body?" I screamed in my head. That's the last thing I remember as George Halbertson. So, tell me. What would you do if you knew you were dieing and you were fighting, then everything turned to grey, then to black, then you woke up and you could see better than you had been able to see in thirty years, and when you looked down at your hand, it was a young hand? I'll tell you what I did. I screamed. At least I tried to scream. What came out around the breathing tube they had in me was more of a squeal. I started thrashing around, and I heard the heart monitor start it's shrill warning. I know I had to have pulled several things loose as I fought to get out of bed (Now why did I feel I had to get up?) but there was a nurse in the room within seconds. She grabbed my hands and started speaking to me reassuringly. She held on tight, and although she couldn't have weighed over 110 pounds, she managed to keep me from tearing anything else loose until an orderly came in and strapped my wrists and ankles to the bed. "Mike. Mike. It's okay, Mike." She kept saying these words over and over until I wanted to relax, just to get her to stop. "Mike? Who the hell is Mike?" I thought. Then it hit me. I've always been an avid Science Fiction fan. My favorite authors were always Robert Heinlein and Isaac Asimov. It didn't take it long to sink in that I, George Halbertson, was now in the body of someone named Mike. One of Heinlein's stories, "I Will Fear No Evil", had an old man, Johann Sebastian Bach Smith, have his brain transplanted into the body of his beautiful secretary, Eunice. Johann was very rich and dieing of old age, and Eunice had been killed in a mugging. So I was familiar with the concept of waking up in someone else's body. Even so, It was a shock. In the Heinlein story, some vestige of Eunice's mind remained in the body, and Johann ended up sharing the body with Eunice. I immediately started taking stock of my new body and mind. All of my, George Halbertson, memories appeared to be intact, but I could find nothing of Mike, whoever he was. Anyway, within seconds after I was restrained, the nurse was telling me she would let Dr. Walker know I was awake, and she said she'd call my mother to let her know as well. Okay, I didn't know who Dr. Walker was, and my parents had been dead for years, but I figured the only way I was going to find out anything was to cooperate, so I just nodded my head. The nurse, a kindly lady who was probably in her early thirties, smiled and squeezed my hand. Everything's going to be okay, Mike. Just relax and try not to fight it. The doctor will be here shortly, and I'm sure he'll get you off the respirator. Then you can ask questions. I nodded again, and she smiled and left the room. The nurse was right. Within a few minutes a tall dark haired man in a white lab jacket came hurrying into the room. The nurse was right behind him. He took one look at me and became quite businesslike. He told the nurse to disconnect the breathing tube from the respirator so they could see if I could breathe on my own. Within seconds she had done so. "Mike, I'm Dr. Walker. I've been taking care of you since you were admitted. Can you hear and understand me?" I nodded. "Excellent! Do you seem to be having any trouble breathing?" I shook my head. "Okay, Nurse Parker. I think we can remove the breathing tube. This may hurt a little, Mike. Do you want us to put you to sleep before we take it out?" I shook my head emphatically. The doctor smiled. "If I'd been out as long as you have, I don't think I'd want to be put back to sleep either. Okay, I'll try to do this as easily as possible." He had the nurse remove the tape holding the tube in place, then he said, "Try to hold as still as possible, Mike. I'm going to move the tube to loosen it, then they'll be one quick pull to get it out. Are you ready?" I nodded again, then closed my eyes. My new eyes. God they were great! His pulling the tube out wasn't so bad, but my throat felt like five pounds of raw hamburger when he was finished. I grimaced and he smiled. "Hurts, Doesn't it?" I tried to say, "Yes," but all that came out was a croak, so I just nodded. "It'll get better soon, Mike. Would you like a sip of water?" I nodded. The nurse gave me a small sip and I managed to croak, "Thank you." She smiled a smile that would have lighted New York City. "Don't try to talk too much for a while, Mike. I'll try to tell you what I know. You are in St. Mary's Hospital. Evidently you had an accident of some kind and have been in a coma for the last ten days. Physically, you are fine. Your mother will be in shortly, so she can fill you in on the details. If you want, you can ask one question." "Who am I?" I managed to croak out. Nurse Parker gasped, and the doctor shot her a dirty look. "You don't remember who you are?" I shook my head. "Do you remember the accident?" Head shake. "Do you remember anything about your life?" Head shake. "Well, it seems you may be suffering from some type of amnesia. Usually these things go away in a day or so, so I wouldn't worry too much about it." I nodded. "I need to order some tests for you so I need to leave. Is there anything else you need?" "Water, restraints," I croaked. "You can have small sips of water, but you have to be careful until we see how well it's going to stay down. As for the restraints, why were you fighting so hard when you woke up?" "Was scared." The doctor laughed. "I can understand that. Nurse Parker, would you please remove Mike's restraints?" As the nurse started to remove the restraints, the doctor said goodbye and started to go. "Thank you," I managed to get out again. Dr. Walker smiled and waved as he took off down the hall. "Would you like another sip of water, Mike?" "Yes." She held it for me I took a somewhat larger sip. "Thanks. Throat hurts," I said, sounding a little less like a frog. "I know. It comes from how they have to put the tube in. I'm sorry, Mike, but it will be better soon." "Better now, but still hurts." Before she could answer, a stunningly beautiful woman in her mid thirties came charging into the room like a battleship going after a submarine. She was tall, about 5'9", with wavy strawberry blonde hair that hung to just below her shoulders. She had the kind of body I'd always found most attractive. Her medium breasts, slim waist, womanly hips and a full but perky butt gave me an immediate erection. She came straight at me, and before I knew what was happening, she had her arms wrapped around me and was crying on my shoulder. She lightly kissed my eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, and lips then asked, "Are you okay, Sweety?" "Sore. Who are you?" She looked totally stunned and started crying again. "I'm your mother, Sweety. Don't you remember? The doctor said you were having memory problems, but I thought you'd remember me." "Sorry, Mom. I don't remember me either. Don't even remember my name. They call me Mike." "Yes, Honey. Your name is Mike Green, and I'm your mother, Bonnie Green." "Thanks, Mom. Water please." Bonnie spent the next two hours telling me about Mike Green. I am sixteen years old, and since school is out for the summer, I'll be going back in the fall as a junior. My father had died three years ago in an automobile accident. I had one sister, a year younger than me. Bonnie promised my sister, Beth would be in to see me later today. When I asked about the accident, she snorted. "Accident, my ass. You were with a couple of those other idiots that call themselves Flatliners. Josh had evidently learned how to put pressure on the carotid arteries to cut off blood flow to the brain. You were evidently trying to find out what happens when you die. They were going to let you stop breathing then resuscitate you so you could tell them all about it. Well, he cut off the blood flow until you passed out, but you never quit breathing. He kept holding it, but evidently didn't know what he was doing, because it was the next day before you stopped breathing on your own. By that time you were in the hospital and they put you on the respirator. Mike, they told me you were brain dead and they wanted to take you off life support. I wouldn't let them." "Not brain dead. I can think. I just can't remember things about me. I don't know what city we're in or even the date." "That's okay, Sweety. We're in Oakland, CA, right now, but we live in Hayward. The date is Friday, May 18, 1976." <1976? My God, this is even stranger than I thought.> "I'm sorry I put you through this, Mom. I promise I'll try to never do anything this stupid again." She hugged me and lay her head on my shoulder. I couldn't do too good of a job of hugging her back because of the IV lines in both arms, but I did my best. "Mom, could you ask the nurse when I can get something to eat? I'm starved." She laughed and headed for the door. "Now that's the Mikey I know." ------- Well, they didn't feed me that day, but I did get some juice, and they took out the catheter so I could at least pee by myself. The next morning I got what they called a "bland" breakfast. It certainly was bland. It had no flavor at all. Lunch was a little better, and not long after noon, they took out all of the IVs. Beth came in after school for a while, but had to leave early because she had a date. She hugged me and told me she'd stay with me a while tomorrow. I thought my new mom was a knockout, and Beth is just a younger version of her mother. Her hair is just a little darker, and her boobs a little smaller, but she has to be every man's wet dream. I could see right now it was going to be hell living with these two. I knew my new sixteen year old body would have a perpetual hardon. I was very glad Beth was there the next day, though. Once she knew I couldn't remember things from before, she spent hours filling me in. She'd been talking for quite a while when I reached over and took her hand. I gave it a squeeze and said, "Beth, I don't know what kind of relationship we had before, but I feel very close to you right now. I'm not going to remember people or places and I'm going to have to depend on you to tell me who is who and where is where. Will you do that for me?" She blushed as only a redhead can blush, then squeezed my hand. "Mike, I guess we had a good enough relationship. Sometimes I felt like you didn't really want me around, but you are older, so I guess that's normal. It's just that I'd always wanted us to have a closer relationship, one where we were each other's best friend and we could talk about anything. I don't know why, but I feel closer to you now than I have in years, and I hope that keeps up." "I hope it does too, Sweety. I love you, Beth. I don't know if that's a carryover from before, or if it's something I just started feeling, but I'd like to be your best friend too." Tears were running down her pretty cheeks as she laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me. I put one arm around her and started stroking her hair with my other hand. We were still in that position when Mom came in. Beth started to pull away, but I held on. Mom said, "Making a public spectacle of yourselves I see." I felt Beth stiffen, then Mom laughed and said, "God it's good to see you two supporting each other. I love you both, you know." Beth relaxed against me and I said, "You're going to see a lot more of this, Mom. I don't know if it was coming so close to death or what, but I feel the need for lots of hugs and kisses. You and Beth are the best friends I'll ever have, so I'm going to count on the two of you to supply most of them." I could feel Beth sob against me, and within seconds Mom's head was on my other shoulder and she was crying too. Mom pulled back a little and kissed me on the nose. "I'm sure Beth and I can supply all the hugs and kisses you need for a while. It just seemed that since your father died, your other friends became more important to you than we were. I hope that's over now." "It is Mom," I said as I hugged her as tight as I could. "Until school starts, I don't care if I don't see anyone but you and Beth. I love you both, and I want to get to know you again." The nurse broke up our group hug when she came in to draw some blood for some kind of test. I asked her if it would be okay if I sat in the chair for a while, and she said it would be fine as long as someone else was in the room as well. After the nurse had gone, I asked Mom and Beth if they'd watch out for me while I got up. It wasn't too bad. I did get a little dizzy when I was on my feet for the first time, but with Mom's arm around me, I was able to walk to the chair. Mom said she had to leave as she was showing a house (she's a realtor), but asked Beth to stay with me. "Mom, Mike and I have been having a really nice conversation. You couldn't get me out of here with a crowbar." When Mom had gone, I motioned for Beth to come over to where I was sitting. I took her hand and pulled her down into my lap. She started to pull back, saying she didn't want to hurt me. "Sweety, you'll be hurting me a lot more if you don't. The doctor says that I'm fine physically, so don't worry about it." Beth snuggled in then said, "Mike, you have no idea how much I've wanted this. Just to be close to you. To share with you." "Get used to it, Sweety. This is how it's going to be between us from now on." We must have set there an hour or more when the nurse interrupted us again. This time she came in with my dinner. I asked her to just leave it on the table as I needed to go to the bathroom first. She offered to help me get to the bathroom, but I told her I'd rather have Beth do it. Beth was smiling from ear to ear when I looked at her. I managed to push myself to my feet and her arm was immediately around my waist. She walked with me to the bathroom door, and there was a moment of awkwardness as we tried to get both of us through the door at the same time, but we were laughing the whole time. Inside the bathroom, I asked her to stay with me when I looked in the mirror. "Beth, I don't even know what I look like. I'd like for you to be here when I get my first peek." "You look fine, Mike. In fact, I think you are the most handsome guy I know." She helped me maneuver until I was facing the mirror above the sink. Damn, I didn't look bad. My face and whole body were definitely better than my old one had been at this age. Beth helped me to move in front of the toilet and raised the seat for me. I thought she was going to stay and watch, but finally she blushed and went out the door, leaving it open. When I opened my gown and got the first look at my cock, I was really impressed. It had to be at least an inch or two longer than my old one, and much bigger around. I looked up and said in my mind, "Thank you, God. For the new life and the new body." This was pretty much the way things went for the next three days, until they told me I could go home. Mom and Beth were both there to help me get ready. Mom brought a pair of jeans and a Lead Zeplin teeshirt for me to wear home along with some black tennis shoes and white socks. I decided right then that my wardrobe would have to change. Mom brought the station wagon (Dodge Aspin) to take me home. They put me in the passenger side front, and Beth got in behind me. Mom was a very cautious driver and it probably took us twice as long to get home as it should have. Home, I knew one thing as soon as we pulled into the driveway. My new body was a lot better off financially than my old one had been. We were in an upper middle class subdivision. The houses were on lots that had to be at least two acres each, and although you could see your neighbor's houses in most cases, there were enough mature trees and bushes to give you a very nice sense of privacy. The house was of cedar and stone construction with acres of glass. There were four bedrooms, all of them on the second floor. There were two bedrooms on each side of the house, with a bathroom between each pair. My bedroom shared a bath with Beth and Mom's shared a bathroom with the guest bedroom. Mom wanted me to go to bed as soon as I got home, but I told her I had been in bed too much over the last couple of weeks, and I wanted to be up for a while. Beth assured Mom she would stay with me and make sure I went to bed before I got too tired. Beth and I went out to the patio and walked around the back yard for a while, holding hands. We had a nice pool and I asked Beth if she liked to swim. "Oh, God yes!" she told me emphatically. "I practically live in the pool in the summer." "Well, we'll probably spend a lot of time in there this summer. I want to get in shape and swimming is one of the best ways I know." "That'd be great, Bro. You never liked to swim before. I need to get in shape too." I pulled back from her a ways and looked her up and down. "Your shape looks pretty damned good to me, Sweety." She did her redhead's blush again and turned away, but I could see a huge smile on her face. "Not as good as Shiela Hansen though," she said. "Who is Shiela Hansen?" "She's your girlfriend, Dummy," she said as she hit me on the shoulder. "If she's my girlfriend, why hasn't she been around to see me?" I asked. "I don't know," she said with downcast eyes. "She must be a bigger dummy than I thought she was." "Well, let me tell you something, sweet sister mine. I don't need any dummies in my life right now. Apparently I was pretty much of a dummy myself." "Oh, no, Mike. You were never a dummy. You always got good grades and always seemed smart to me. You just hung out with a bunch of dummies." "Honey, I had to be a dummy to pull the stunt I did that almost killed me. Don't worry, I'll never do anything like that again. I promised Mom I'd take care of myself, and I'll make you the same promise." "Thank you, Mike," she said as she hugged my arm. Mom came out and said she was taking off to show a house and reminded Beth to make sure I didn't overdo it. We decided to go in and get some lunch, and by the time we finished, I was starting to feel a little tired. Beth helped me up to my room and I lay down on my bed. It was fairly comfortable, and full sized, rather than a twin. The decor of the room sucked. All available wall space was covered with posters of rock groups. My desk looked like a rat had built a condo for a nest, then abandoned it. The curtains were black, as was the bedspread. Things were definitely going to change. "Sweet sister mine, would you help me make this look like a room instead of a morgue?" I asked. "God, I'd love to Mike. I've always wondered how you could live like this. It depresses me just to be in here for a few minutes." "For now, if you could just rip down all of these posters and open the curtains it would be a big help." No sooner were the words out of my mouth than she was opening the curtains. I pulled the bedspread off and threw it toward the door as she started ripping the posters down. I lay down as she finished with the offending posters and watched her work. God she was and is beautiful. Beth started to leave when she had the last one down, but I asked if she'd like to take a nap with me. She seemed hesitant at first, but then gave me a big smile and lay down beside me. She turned her back to me and I snuggled up behind her, putting my left arm over her. I made sure I wasn't going to touch anything vital then whispered, "Good night." I kissed her on the back of her neck and I could almost feel her smile. I don't know how long it was before I awoke to laughter from my doorway. "Now, if that isn't just the cutest?" I saw Mom at the door and said, "Hi Mom." "Hi yourself. You know the two of you used to sleep like that when you were little," she said, then with an evil grin, she continued, "Only then, she didn't have a big boob for you to be fondling." "Oh, God Mom," I said as I jerked my hand away as if had been plunged into boiling water. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize." "I know you didn't, Sweety," she said as she walked over and gave me a kiss on the forehead. "I was just teasing you." "Teasing him about what?" Beth asked as she yawned and stretched. "I was teasing him about fondling your boob while you were sleeping, Sweety." "Oh, my God!" Beth almost shrieked as she pulled away from me. "It's okay, Beth," Mom reassured her. "He was asleep too. He really didn't know he was doing it." Beth slapped me on the shoulder and we all started laughing. "I just wish I had been awake to enjoy it," I said. "So do I," Beth said so that only I could hear her. We were all laughing as we made our way downstairs. ------- That evening, after I had gone to bed, Beth came in and sat by me for a few minutes. I knew there was something on her mind, but we talked about the day and what we would do tomorrow. Finally, I said, "Beth, my beautiful sister, is something bothering you?" "Not really bothering me," she told me with a furious blush. "I was just thinking about you holding my boob this afternoon." "I'm really sorry about that Beth. I'll try to see it doesn't happen again." "That's not it, Mike. I just wanted to tell you I really didn't mind. Please don't think bad of me, but ever since I started growing breasts I've wanted you to notice them and touch them." "Beth, I love you dearly, but you're my sister. That's why I've always pretended not to notice them. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and I wish you could be my girlfriend, but no one would understand. Everyone would hate us and shun us, so I've never said anything." "We'll just have to be sure no one finds out then," she said as she kissed me on the cheek. She gave me an enigmatic smile as she left the room, closing the door behind her. Sometime later I was awakened when someone climbed into bed behind me. She snuggled up close, and I could feel two wonderful breasts pressed into my back as an arm came around me. "Beth, my love, this really isn't a good idea," I said. "Ssshhh. It isn't Beth. Now go back to sleep." I must have been really tired because I was asleep again in minutes. ------- When I awoke the next morning, I was by myself. Had Mom really come into my bed the night before? I just wasn't sure. It could have been a dream, couldn't it? I took a quick shower then dressed and went downstairs. I felt much better this morning. I think the little bit of exercise I got from just walking around helped. Mom was doing dishes in the kitchen when I came in, so I went over and hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. "Morning Mom," I mumbled, then headed for the table. Beth was eating a bowl of frosted flakes and asked if I wanted some. "Maybe after I've had a cup of coffee or two," I told her. "Where can I find the cups?" She pointed to a cabinet, so I fished out a cup and poured myself a hot cup. Beth kept looking at me with a confused expression as I sipped at the coffee. Finally, I asked, "Is something wrong, Beth?" "Not really, it's just that you never liked coffee. When you did drink it, you always loaded it down with enough cream and sugar to turn Twiggy into a blimp." "I don't know why, Sweety, but it just sounded good black this morning. It tastes good too, so I'll probably start drinking it this way." She still looked a little disturbed, so I went over and gave her a hug. I kissed her ear and whispered, "I love you, sweet Beth." Her smile lit up the room as I went back to my chair. "Would you like to go for a walk this morning, Beth?" I asked as she finished off her cereal. "Sure, bro, where to?" "Just around the neighborhood. I want to get some exercise, and maybe if you point out some places to me it will bring back some memories." "I'd go with you guys, but I have two houses to show this morning and three this afternoon. I may be home late, so why don't I just bring a pizza with me when I come?" "That'd be great, Mom," Beth and I said in unison. Then we started giggling. Beth decided she should go and get changed for our walk and Mom sat down across from me for a minute. "So, did you sleep well last night?" Mom asked with a grin. "The best I can ever remember sleeping," I told her. "Good! I guess it was wicked of me to climb in bed with you, but I came so close to losing you I just couldn't help myself." "So, when did you leave?" "About a half hour before you got up. I slept great too." "Aawww. Now I wish I had woken up sooner. It would have been great to wake up with you in my bed." Mom's smile lit up the entire kitchen as she said, "Don't worry Sweety. I'm sure there'll be other times. I really did sleep well. The best I've slept since your father was killed." "Good!" I said and squeezed her hand. I got up and walked around the table. I looked into her eyes as I pulled her to her feet. We were still staring into each other's eyes when I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Mom hugged me so tight I thought my ribs were going to crack then said, "I think I'd better get out of here. I love you, Mike." I told her I loved her too as she hastily left the kitchen. ------- Beth and I walked about ten blocks and I was exhausted. "I hope I get some strength back soon," I told her. "You never were much of an athlete," She smiled. "Oh, well. What was I? A nerd?" "Pretty much," this time I got a giggle. "Okay, you. Don't laugh at me, or I'll go into tickle mode." She was half way up the stairs before I even realized she'd run. She stopped and looked back, "I'm going swimming. Want to get wet?" "Sure, sounds good. That way the water will support my aching body." "Play your cards right and I might give you a massage afterwards," she threw over her shoulder as she ran for her room. ------- God, the pool felt good. The water was just the right temperature to cool off on a hot day. I was splashing around at least fifteen minutes before Beth made her entrance. An entrance it was too. She had on a short, white robe over her swimsuit. She walked over to where the lounge chairs were and spread a towel over a chair. She laid a paperback book on the towel, then set a bottle of Copertone on the side table. She then turned and started back toward the house. When she came back out she was carrying two large glasses of iced tea. She set these on the side table and looked at me for the first time. She gave me a big smile and walked over to the diving board. She kicked off her sandles and walked half way out the diving board before she stopped and removed her robe. She was wearing a two piece suite that would have been considered small in 2003. In 1976 it was scandalous. I found out later she bought it from a mail order house that also sold things like BOBs (Battery Operated Boyfriends). Of course, her Mom had never seen it, in fact, I was the first to see it. If I had still been in my 58 year old body, I would have had the big heart attack right then. Even though the water was cool, I sported an immediate woody. Beth immediately started splashing me, so I had to fight back. Our water war soon became a contact sport. We were wrestling and trying to dunk each other. In the process, we were managing to come up with hand fulls of interesting body parts. This didn't help the woody situation at all. We were in water up to Beth's neck when she put her arms around me and pulled herself close. I'm sure she could feel my erection, because I could feel every part of her. I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips then said, "My sweet Beth, As much as I love you and as much as I want you, we can never become lovers. If anyone ever found out, they would take us away from Mom and put us in foster care until we are eighteen. I don't think I could stand being away from you that long." She laid her head against my chest, and I could feel her tears. "It isn't fair, Mike. I love you too, and I know I will never feel this way about anyone else." "I know, love. If you still feel this way when you are eighteen, I will find a way for us to be together. I think Mom would accept us, but the rest of the world wouldn't. To them we'd just have to be a brother and sister living together, sharing expenses." "Do you mean that, Mike? Would you really do that?" "I mean it with all my heart, Sweetheart. Until then we have to be very careful. We can never let anyone guess how we feel about each other." "I think Mom already knows, Mike. If she didn't, she'd have been pissed off about you holding my boob yesterday." "I'm not sure what to think about Mom. Did you know she slept with me last night?" "Really? What did she do?" "She just snuggled up to me. I thought it was you and said something. She told me it wasn't you and to go back to sleep. I did and when I woke up this morning, she was gone." "Wow! I wonder when she left." "She told me she got up about half an hour before I did." "I wonder what she would have done if I'd been there when she came in." "Well, if you'd have been there, I would have been snuggled up to you, probably holding your beautiful breast again. She'd have either hit the roof, or she'd have snuggled up behind me like she ended up doing anyway." "Oh God! I don't know sis. If she got mad, she would probably forbid you to sleep there again. I wouldn't want that. But, if she didn't say anything it'd be like giving us permission to sleep in the same bed. What do you think?" "I think we should risk it, Mike. After all, we don't have that much to lose. I'm not supposed to be sleeping with you anyway, so her forbidding it wouldn't be that different. I don't think she'll do that though. If she was going to, she'd have said something yesterday, instead of just teasing us about it." We got out of the pool as I was thinking about it. I laid down on a lounge and Beth asked if I'd like a massage. I readily agreed, and turned over on my stomach. "Sweetheart, there's something else you should know. I think Mom may be coming on to me. She's been giving me lots of hugs and kisses. The kisses are on the lips, not like mother/son kisses. What are we going to do if she is coming on to me?" "Well," she said after thinking for a minute or two. "I guess you'll just have to fuck the shit out of her." Her giggle was infectious, and we were soon in tears. "You're serious, aren't you?" I asked. "Yep. I wouldn't be jealous of her. She wouldn't try to take you away from me. I don't think I'd mind if you fucked any girl, as long as I knew you loved me and wanted to be with me more than you wanted to be with her." "I don't think I could feel the same way if you were with another guy. I think I'd be so jealous I'd want to cut his balls off." Beth giggled and smacked my ass. "That's okay. I have no desire to be with another guy anyway." Beth started my massage, working on the muscles in my back. "So, when we go up to bed tonight, put on pajamas," I told her. "I'll put on pajama bottoms too. That way it won't look so much like we're trying to get in each other's pants. If Mom doesn't say anything, tomorrow night, wear the pajama top and panties. I'll wear just my boxers. Who knows. Maybe we'll be sleeping naked before too long." Beth moved down and started working on my left foot. My moans of pleasure urged her on as she slowly worked up my left leg until she reached my swim trunks. She had just moved back down and started on my right foot Mom came onto the patio. "Hi, Mom. What are you doing home so early?" I asked, trying to sound pleased (actually I was pleased). "Oh, both afternoon appointments cancelled out. Actually I'm glad they did. It gives me more time to spend with you guys." "I'm glad too, Mom," Beth told her. "It seems like the only time we've spent together recently, we couldn't enjoy for worrying about Mike." "By the way, young lady. Where did you get that outrageous swimsuit?" "I ordered it from a catalog, Mom. Is it okay?" "Sweety, a swimsuit like that is going to cause every red blooded male within a hundred yards of you to get an erection. Your brother too, I would imagine. I guess it's okay to wear it if there's only family here. If any boys are over, no way. Can you live with that?" "Yes, Mom. What if it's just one of my girlfriends?" "That would be okay too, as long as Mike or I are here too." "Thanks, Mom. You're the greatest." By now, Beth had worked her way up my right leg until she reached my swimsuit. I expected her to stop, but she continued upwards and began massaging my right ass cheek. I looked over at Mom, wondering if she'd say anything, but she just winked at me. Beth switched to the other cheek. and finished me off with a resounding smack. Both women thought it was very funny. ------- Chapter 2 I had butterflies in my stomach as I lay, waiting for Beth to join me in bed that night. She came in within a few minutes after I had gone to bed, and snuggled back against me. I knew Mom would be a few minutes, so I slipped my right hand up, under her top and cupped her wonderfully soft, but firm breast. I gently pinched her already erect nipple and enjoyed hearing her gasp with pleasure. When Mom came in, I had removed my hand from under Beth's top, but I left it gently holding her breast. Mom could obviously see Beth was in bed with me, but she didn't say a thing. She snuggled up behind me and kissed me on the neck. "Goodnight, Mike. Goodnight, Beth," she said. We both told her goodnight, then I reached back behind me and my hand found Mom's leg, just above the knee. I gently ran my hand up and down the back of her leg for a few strokes, moving it higher each time. Finally I let my hand come to rest on her panty covered butt. I then gave it a gentle squeeze and returned my hand to Beth's breast. When I awoke the next morning, Mom was still there. I rolled on my back and saw she was watching me. I stretched and put my arm around her as she lay her head on my chest. We lay like that for a few minutes and Beth began to stir. She turned over and saw Mom with her head on my chest, so she raised up for me to put my arm around her and then put her head on the other side of my chest. I was in heaven. My sibling and my mother smiled at each other and snuggled in close. We lay like that for as long as I could stand it before reducing the pressure that had built up in my bladder. I told them I needed to go to the bathroom, so Mom said, "Okay, Mike. Beth and I will start breakfast. Come on down when you're through. The three of us need to have a talk about things, and I think we'd better do it this morning." I was a little apprehensive when I went down to breakfast, but not overly so. Mom had made no objection to my holding Beth's breast, nor to my squeezing her butt. When we were all seated, eating pancakes and sausages, Mom began. "We seem to be going in a direction none of us ever thought of going in. I'm not upset by it, but other people would be." "I know, Mom. Beth and I were talking about that yesterday. We've wanted to talk with you about it, but we were both afraid you wouldn't understand." "Well, I don't understand," Mom laughed. "I don't understand any of it, but it seems inescapable. Before you were in the hospital, Mike, I would have never thought of sleeping in the same bed with you. I would have never allowed you and Beth to share a bed, and I definitely would have never let you squeeze my ass like you did last night. I don't know what's come over us, but I can't say I'm not enjoying it." "Mom, I've been in love with Mike for a long time. I would have probably fucked him if he had ever asked, but Mike acted like he didn't even know I existed. Now, since the stupid thing he did, he tells me he loves me too. I know we can never let anyone besides you know about us, but I also know I never want to be with anyone else." "I can understand that, Beth, but there is a problem. I feel exactly the same way about him. So, what are we going to do?" "Share." "I think I could live with that, I was just wondering if you would see it as an option." "Don't I have any say in this?" I asked. They both looked at me, then at each other. They smiled and both said, "No!" "Okay, I just wondered," I said as I smiled at each of them. ------- That day was one of the best days of either of my lives. We spent the day at home, just goofing around. We didn't have sex. We all agreed it was something that would happen, but we weren't ready for it. We did do a lot of kissing and touching and I guess if we'd admit it, a little groping. I was laying out on one of the lounges when I had a very startling revelation. Mom was on the lounge next to me so I asked her about it. "Mom, did we live on Ferncrest Street before we moved here?" "Yes, Honey. Who told you about that?" "No one told me. I just suddenly remembered it. The house was smaller than this one. It was white with grey shutters, right?" "Yes, Sweety," she said as she came over to where I was laying. Tears were running down her cheeks when she said, "Oh my baby! You're starting to remember!" She was thrilled to death and I was scared to death. What if the real Mike was coming back to take over his mind and body? What would happen to George Halbertson then? I didn't know. I didn't want to lose this great young body. I didn't want to lose the relationship that was developing between my mother, my sister and I. I wanted to live. Over the next couple of weeks I realized that although I could now access most of Mike's memories, Mike was gone. I don't know where his personality went, but I knew it no longer resided in the brain I was using. It was during those two weeks that I started calling Mom, Bonnie. She didn't seem to mind, in fact, I think she became even more loving after I started calling her by name. It was also during that time that I decided I had to tell Bonnie and Beth the truth. I just couldn't figure out how to do it. The night I had my first Mike memory, we all slept together in my bed again. This time, Beth wore her pajama top and panties, I wore my boxers, and Bonnie wore her nightgown with no panties. Can you imagine the thrill I had when I reached back after we were all snuggled together and repeated rubbing Bonnie's leg like I had done the night before. When my hand came to rest on her butt, it was on her bare butt. I petted and squeezed and ran my hand down between her cheeks. Bonnie giggled and Beth asked what was going on. "I just gave Mike a surprise, Sweety. I'm not wearing any panties." "No fair! No fair! If you're not wearing any panties, I'm taking my top off." "Go ahead, Sweety. I'm sure Mike would like easier access to those lovely little titties of yours." "They're not so little, Bonnie my love. They are lovely though." By now, Beth had her top off and she pulled my hand to one of her boobs. I felt Bonnie reach over me and slide her hand under mine. She stroked Beth's breast and pinched her nipple for a couple of minutes then said, "You're right, Mike. They aren't little. It's been a while since I've seen them." "Mom, are you feeling my tit?" Beth asked. "Yes I am. Does it bother you?" "No, Mom. It feels great. You can play with my boobs any time you want. If Mike isn't playing with them first, that is." We all got a giggle out of this, then snuggled in and soon drifted off to sleep. ------- The next morning we all awoke and snuggled before getting up. God, it felt good having Beth's naked boobs pressing into my chest, so I told her so. "She has an unfair advantage," Bonnie said as she sat up in bed and pulled off her gown. Now, in all my years as George Halbertson, I had never had two lovely women pressing their breasts into me at once. I have to admit, I really liked it. Bonnie had a couple of houses to show today, so she had to get up and moving. She got out of bed, totally naked, and started across the room. She was giving her hips an exaggerated sway, so I let out a whistle. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. I asked if she needed anyone to wash her back. Bonnie giggled and said, "No, I don't have time for that this morning, but maybe tomorrow." I turned back to Beth and pulled her into my arms. We kissed for a few minutes as her nipples tried to become a permanent part of my chest. I was caressing her back, and several times had run my hand down to fondle her butt. Finally, I let my hand slip under her panties and let it come to rest holding one of her ass cheeks. "Ummm. That's nice, big bro. We need to get up and have some breakfast though, so I'll only give you a couple of hours to quit." I kissed her again then told her I was sorry, but I had to pee so bad it was hurting. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. After I finished, then washed my hands and brushed my teeth, I went back into the bedroom, and Beth was gone. When I arrived in the kitchen, Bonnie and Beth were both eating cereal. Bonnie pushed a bowl toward me and asked, "So, what are you two planning for today?" As I was filling my coffee cup I said, "I haven't talked it over with Beth yet, but I'd like to take another walk, then maybe swim some laps. I really need to build up my strength. I want to find a job of some kind so I can help out around here a little." "Oh, my heart," Bonnie said as she made a big show of grabbing her left boob. "You want a job? Honey, I've always had a hard time just getting you to take out the trash. If you want to do something, take over the yard work. I pay a service over $200.00 every month to take care of the mowing, and trimming. We've got a good mower and a gasoline trimmer in the garage that haven't been used since your father died." "Bonnie, I'll be happy to do that, but I feel like I should do more. Would you mind talking over the family finances with Beth and me sometime soon?" "No, Sweety, I'd be happy to go over things with you. You've just never shown any interest in things like that before. Are you interested too, Beth?" "Yes I am, Mom. I've always worried about how we were going to make it with Dad gone." "Okay, lets set down when I get home this afternoon. I keep pretty fair records, so it shouldn't take long to go over everything." Bonnie left soon after and Beth and I talked until I had finished my third cup of coffee. Beth agreed a walk sounded good, so we changed clothes and started around the neighborhood again. We walked, holding hands and talking about everything under the sun. We teased a little about last night and Beth said she was going to be naked tonight and she wanted me naked too. I asked her what Bonnie was going to say about that and she just smiled and said if Bonnie had been going to say anything she'd have done so already. We went a couple of blocks further than we had before, and when we turned and headed back, Beth said, "Mike, something is different about you from before. I've loved you for a long time, but before I loved you in spite of your personality, now I love you because of it. It's almost like you're a different person in the same body." I was stunned. I knew Beth was smart, but she had hit the nail on the head on the first swing. "Sweety, I don't know what to say. I love you, and I know you love me, and I don't want that to change. I know why I'm different, but I haven't wanted to tell anyone because I was afraid you'd stop loving me." "Mike, like I said, I love you for who you are. You are a good person, and I don't think anything you could tell me could change how I feel about you. Mom sees the difference too. I think that's why she wants to fuck your brains out. She was never really close with you before." "Okay, my sweet love, I'm going to tell you. I hope it doesn't affect us, but if it does, it is better for it to happen now than after we'd done something you'd regret. I know that you and Bonnie deserve to know the truth. I'd hoped to wait a little longer to tell you, but things are happening so fast, and you're so damned smart that now is probably as good a time as any." I stopped for a few seconds, trying to collect my thoughts, then continued. "This is going to be hard for you to believe. Hell, it's hard for me to believe, and I'm part of it. Sweety, I am a different person in this body. The best I can piece it together, the Mike you knew died on his way to the hospital. His personality ceased to exist at that time. I was a 58 year old man with a worn out body. My name was George Halbertson, and my body died of a heart attack just before I woke up in this body." I waited a few minutes for her to respond. "My God, that sounds like something out of the twilight zone. If you were a 58 year old man, I must seem awfully childish to you. How can you love someone who's over forty years younger than you?" "I don't know how, but I do. No, you do 'not' seem childish. You are far more mature than any woman I was ever around. I was amazed at first, but soon learned to accept it. I do love you, Sweet Beth, and I hope you can learn to love me too." "Oh, I already love you. I'm just scared. I don't want to lose you to someone more mature." "Not going to happen, Sweety," I told her as I gave her a big hug. "So, you don't have a problem believing what I've told you?" "Oh, it's unbelievable alright," she smiled as she squeezed my hand. "The only problem is, it fits what I've been able to observe. So, you really don't know what happened to Mike's personality?" "No. I couldn't remember anything about Mike's life until yesterday. Since I started remembering his memories, I've been able to trace what happened up to the time of his death. I can feel what he felt and know what he knew. I remember them putting me into the ambulance and them starting me on oxygen. I remember thinking I'd been cheated because I hadn't really experienced death as I had wanted to. Then there is nothing until ten days later my George personality woke up. I seem to now have all of Mike's memories and all of George's memories." We were back at the house now and standing in the family room. Beth said, "Wow!" then waited while things sunk in. I was afraid that now was the time she'd pull away from me, but instead, she put her arm around me. I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, then pulled her into a hug. We stood there a few minutes, just holding on, then Beth said, "Come on. Let's get in the pool." She started pulling me toward the patio, so I said, "I don't have my suite." She smiled and said, "Neither do I." She started unbuttoning my shirt, and when I looked at her with a raised eyebrow she nodded. I started removing her clothes as well. Soon we were both naked, so I picked her up and started walking toward the pool. Her eyes never left mine as I walked. I climbed up on the diving board and walked out to the end. I pulled her up so that our lips met, then stepped off the end of the board. We didn't break the kiss until we had surfaced. We didn't engage in a lot of horseplay that day. We did do a lot of kissing and touching. She asked me a million questions, and I answered them the best I could. I had been afraid she'd pull away, but instead, I felt us growing closer. When we had both started to look like a couple of prunes, we got out of the pool and snuggled together on the same lounge. A fifteen year old girl and a sixteen year old boy, our bodies genetically related, but our minds so in love we didn't care. We were still laying there, her butt snuggled against my erection, both my arms around her and both of my hands holding her boobs when Bonnie came home. Bonnie walked over, looked down at us and said, "I just can't leave you two alone for five minutes." Then she smiled and started removing her own clothing. I guess we're going to have to buy a bigger lounge. I'm not going to play odd man out." Bonnie climbed on the lounge behind me and as she was snuggling in, the damned thing collapsed. We ended up on the ground a shrieking mass of arms and legs and other assorted body parts. When we had finally disentangled, Bonnie asked if we'd eaten and we admitted we had forgotten all about it. We all went inside, ignoring the fact we were still bare, and started putting together some lunch. While we were eating, I told Bonnie the story of who I really am. I expected a strong reaction from her, but was not disappointed when it failed to materialize. She did cry for a few minutes, mourning the loss of her son, and I knew it would be a while before she got over it. "So, Mike... George... whatever. Are you still my son?" "Bonnie, biologically, I am still your son. This is still the same body that came from your beautiful body sixteen years ago. Am I the same person you raised for sixteen years? No, I am not, although now I do have his memories, so you might say I am in that way too. It's just that now, I also have the memories of George as well." "So," Bonnie said. "If Mike's memories are still there, he isn't completely dead, is he?" "No, I guess not. His personality is gone though. You have to remember that is the same personality that caused him to do the foolish thing that wiped that personality out." "It was also a personality I didn't like very well. I like this version of Mike a lot better. I like you as a son and a friend and I know that eventually I'm going to like you as a lover. I love you in a way I could have never loved the old Mike." "I love you too, Bonnie. Please just try to forget George is there. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a sixteen year old boy named Mike with a beautiful mother and a gorgeous sister. If you can forget about the differences it will be better for all of us." "I don't think I can forget about the differences. I don't even want to. As I said before, I could never have loved the old Mike the way I love the new one. I don't want to lose that love." "I don't want to lose it either, Bonnie. There's one other thing I need to tell the two of you, though. It is when George Halbertson died." Beth and Bonnie looked at each other, puzzled. "I thought you said George died just before you woke up in your new body," Beth said. "Well, it was and it wasn't. The date that George died was March 3, 2003. Somehow, I was kicked 27 years into my past. The original George is living in Richmond, Virginia as we speak. He is thirty-one years old right now." I think it was harder for them to accept this than it was to accept that someone else was in their brother/son's body. My smart assed little sister was the first to catch on to the implications of what I had just told them. "That means you know what's going to happen before it happens," She gasped. "Well, to some extent. If I was aware of it when it was happening, and if I cared enough about it to remember it, then yes, I know. I had never heard of Bonnie or Beth or Mike Green though, so I have no idea what happens with any of us." "But, do you know anything about stock things or anything like that?" "Yes, I do Sweety. That's one reason I wanted to go over the family finances with Bonnie. There are several companies that are going to take off like rockets. I know of one that by 1990 the stock will have split so many times that an original share of stock will be worth a thousand times what it was worth when it was purchased. I know what fads are going to take off and which ones are going to flop. We can become very wealthy if we play our cards right." "So, you're saying if we bought ten thousand dollars worth of this one stock right now that by 1990 it would be worth ten million dollars?" Bonnie asked. "That's right, Bonnie. IBM is going to be introducing a personal home computer that is going to set the standard for the industry. By 2003 90% of all homes are going to have personal computers. They are the wave of the future, and I'd like for the three of us to be riding that wave." "Are there other stocks that do as well?" "Yes, some. Another computer company that does well with home computers is Apple. Intel is a company that makes the brains of a computer. Microsoft is a company that writes the main software that makes a computer run. The man who started Microsoft will become the richest man in the United States. There are three big companies I can think of right off hand that are part of the Internet, which is a world wide network of computers that anyone can use for paying a small monthly fee. These are Amazon, eBay, and Yahoo. Any of the three could make us rich if we invest early enough." "All of these seem like they are several years in the future. Is there anything you can think of that happens sooner?" "I really can't think of anything right off hand, sweet, sexy lady, but if I start looking through the Wall Street Journal, I'm sure if I see a company name I'll know if it becomes big or not." "Oh my God! We really could become rich. Then I wouldn't have to put on the sexy act for all those overweight middle aged clients." "That's right, Sweety. That's why I want to get a job so we'll have something to invest." "But, Mike. You don't have to. We have over a hundred thousand you can play with. It was for your and Beth's college fund, but if you really know what's going to happen to some companies, it's going to be a sure thing." "Well, Bonnie, we could still lose some money in the short term. For example, if we buy a stock of a company that I know is going to make it big, it might lose value at first before the big breakthrough or whatever causes it to become successful." "We're not going to worry about that. I want you to start reading the Wall Street Journal. If you see a company that is having its first offering and you know it from 2003, I want to buy $10,000 worth of the stock. I don't want to get greedy, Mike, so at first at least, let's say that when the value of the stock is ten times the original, we sell out. Does that make sense?" "It makes perfect sense, my love. We might want to sell out sooner though if the stock stagnates. You'll have to set up an account with a broker because I'm too young. That means you'll have to call in all of the trades." "That won't be a problem. When you're eighteen, we'll let you take over." "Good enough. Why don't you go down this afternoon and get a broker account set up. If you could pick up the WSJ while you're out, we can start looking today." ------- Beth and I spent the afternoon enjoying each other. She didn't seem to be bothered at all by what I had told her. It worried me some, so I asked her about it. "Mike, it is kind of wierd knowing you are in reality 58 years old. If I looked at you and you looked 58, I don't know how I'd feel. As it is, I look at you and I see a handsome young guy. This guy is a lot of fun to be around. He's not judgmental, and I am free to do or say anything when I'm with him. He's funny and intelligent and sexy and handsome and witty and sexy and considerate and sexy, and did I mention he's sexy? I love you, Mike. I loved you before, but now I'm in love with you. I want to live with you the rest of my life. Does all that make sense?" "Yeah, Beth, it does make sense. All except the sexy part that is. I love you too, and I'm in love with you as well. I'm also in love with your mother though. That is something I'm trying to work out in my own mind. How can I be in love with two people at the same time. I guess it really doesn't matter how it can be. What matters is can you and Bonnie live with this." "Without a doubt, Mike. We've talked about it and we've agreed to share. Just don't hurt either of us, or we'll both kill you." I reached over and bit her on the end of the nose. She yelled, "Ouch!" I gave her my best frightened child look and said, "I guess I'm dead now, huh?" She swatted me on my shoulder, so I picked her up; carried her to the edge of the pool; and threw her in, clothes and all. By the time she got out of the pool, I was in the house, running for my room. I locked the hall door but deliberately didn't lock the door into the bathroom. In a few minutes she came sputtering in, wrapped in a towel. "Ohhhh, you are dead meat," she told me. "Just wait till my mama comes home. We're gonna take you out." "I hope it's a nice restaurant you're taking me out to," I told her as I took her in my arms. "I would so love a nice meal in the company of the two prettiest women in the state of California." "Uummm," beth purred as I rubbed her back. "That might be arranged." I picked her up again, this time to carry her across the room. I laid her carefully on my bed and lay down beside her. We started kissing, and what started out as sweet, loving kisses escalated into five alarm fire, call for backup kisses. I started kissing her face, then worked my way down her neck and across her upper chest. Beth's body began to move on its own when I reached the top of the towel she was wrapped in. I grabbed the knot she had tied between her breasts with my teeth and worked it loose. When the towel came apart, Beth sighed. I kissed and licked my way to her right breast, then kissed and licked all the way around it. I then went in a spiral going around the breast but progressing toward her very hard nipple. After I had given the nipple on her right breast a lick and a kiss, I repeated the same procedure on her left breast. After licking and kissing her left nipple, I let the lovely morsel pop into my mouth, and I proceeded to suck and gently nibble on it. I was really enjoying sucking on her and Beth must have been enjoying it too. After only a couple of minutes, her butt was thrusting off the bed and she was trying to tell the neighbors how good it was as she went through her first male induced orgasm. I think even the ones at work heard her report. I let her calm down until she was no longer in danger of injuring either of us with her thrashing, then started gently working on her nipple again. The tension started to build again within seconds, so I started a trail of kisses and licks down across her abdomen, until I reached her belly button. I paid homage to it for a while, licking around the rim and testing its depth with my tongue. Then I resumed my journey to the south. Beth's pubic hair is a light red in color, and is as fine and soft as a baby's hair. I gently blew into it and she gasped, then thrust her mound closer to me. I pulled back and continued giving gentle puffs of air through her hair and across her fully exposed clitoris. I was intending to bypass her lovely pussy and tease her by making love to her legs for a while, but she was gasping for breath and her beautiful little mound was thrashing as if she were going to have a spontaneous orgasm, so I decided to go ahead and make it a good one. Beth's lips were swollen, and her inner lips were protruding. I licked once, lightly, from the bottom to the top, then gently flicked across her clit. I felt as well as heard a scream starting so I grabbed on to her beautiful ass cheeks to help me stay with her through her explosion. Now was not the time for subtle loving, so I sucked her clit into my mouth and started flicking it with my tongue. Beth isn't a large girl, but the strength in her pelvis is phenomenal when she is in the midst of an orgasm. If I hadn't had a nether cheek in each hand I'd have been thrown off in seconds. As it was, it was a wonderful roller coaster ride that seemed to go on and on. As she was calming down, I kissed around the edges of her amazingly responsive pussy and caressed her ass and her thighs. When her breathing had returned almost to normal I started sucking her outer lips as far into my mouth as possible and gently chewing on them. I worked on her inner lips for a few seconds, then started doing long, slow licks from the bottom to the top of her pussy, just barely penetrating between her lips so I could taste her wonderful nectar. Beth's hips started to raise again wanting more contact, but I teased her by moving with her and avoiding her clit completely. After a few minutes of this she was moaning softly and clutching the sheets. When I felt I had her built up as much as possible with this treatment, I thrust my tongue as far into her vagina as it would possibly go and wiggled it around. Her moans increased in volume and she shuddered as if she were suddenly chilled. Alternating between her vagina and her clit, I brought her to the edge of a climax and then backed off until she had calmed some. I took her to the edge again and again denied her a release. I did this again and again, until her whole body was trembling constantly. When I finally took her over the edge, her scream began again. Her body was shaking and thrashing, then her scream ended abruptly, and her body seemed to relax. I moved up and took her in my arms. She was breathing well, but she had passed out from the intensity of her orgasm. I held her, stroking her hair and placing little kisses on her forehead waiting for her to come back. I had read about women passing out from an orgasm, but I had never experienced it. I was thinking about getting up and getting a damp wash cloth when Bonnie walked into the room. She was carrying a tray with two large glasses of orange juice as she walked over to the bed. She looked at us, Beth completely naked and me completely clothed and smiled. "I heard you trying to kill my daughter, so I thought you might need this." "Thank you, Bonnie. I'm sure she's going to need it. She's okay, I think she just passed out from her orgasm." "I'm envious, you know. I've had some wonderful orgasms in my life, but never one so strong I passed out. Your father wasn't into oral sex. I don't think he went down on me more than half a dozen times during the entire time we were married. From the looks of your face, I'd say you rather enjoy it." "That's an understatement, Bonnie. I love giving oral sex. I could have gone on for hours, unfortunately, Beth didn't last more than about fifteen minutes. Maybe we should see if you could hold out longer." Bonnie laughed and blushed. "Mike, I would love that, but I don't know if it's a good idea. You seem to have something special with Beth and I wouldn't want to spoil that." Beth groaned before I could answer Bonnie. Her eyelids fluttered, and she tried to say something, but all that came out was a croak. I held her up and let her sip from her orange juice as I answered Bonnie. "Yes, Bonnie. Beth and I do have a very special love. We want to be together for the rest of our lives. I don't know how to explain it, but I love you as deeply as I love Beth. We've talked about it, and we want you to be with us the rest of our lives too. Beth says the two of you are willing to share me. I know she is, and I hope you are as well." Finally, Beth could speak again. "Mom," She paused to make sure she had her mother's attention. "Mike is right. We have all three agreed to share. Both of us want you with us. I don't want to hear any more argument from you, young lady." She the broke into a fit of giggles that had us all cracking up. "I can live with that," Bonnie said. "Right now I'm feeling very jealous though. I have never in my life cum so hard I passed out. Here, you have, and Mike still has his clothes on." "Oh, Mom, you wouldn't believe how good it felt. I lost track of how many times he made me climax, then he started bringing me to the edge, but wouldn't let me finish. He did that until I thought I was going to explode, then he took me over. I remember starting to cum and how good it felt, then everything went blank." "If nothing else would have done so, this would convince me that you are telling the truth about changing bodies. No sixteen year old could have made Beth feel like you did, and any normal sixteen year old would have been inside her by now. Most kids place their own pleasure before their partner's. It's only age and experience that teaches a man that his own pleasure will be heightened if his partner enjoys her experience as well. Unfortunately, your father never did learn that." "Didn't you enjoy sex with Daddy?" Beth asked. "Yes, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the closeness, but I rarely had an orgasm. Your father wasn't much into foreplay, so I was never quite ready. I loved him though, so I enjoyed the sex, even though I knew it could be better." "How did you know it could be better?" "Before I met your father, I had an older lover. I'd have probably married him, but his kids hated me. I guess they thought I was taking him away from them. Anyway, we had been going together for about six months when he told me he had to make a choice between me and his kids. I knew what the outcome would be, so I didn't even make him say it. I cried myself to sleep almost every night, until I met your father." "Oh, Mom, I never knew. I'm so sorry." "Sweety, it wasn't something you needed to know. I loved your father very much and I was never sorry I married him. I heard that my former lover died about five years after I married your father. I'd have been alone anyway. Now I have you guys." ------- After Beth had dressed, we all met in the kitchen. Bonnie told us she had set up a trading account with $100,000 to get us started. I pulled out sections of the Wall Street Journal for each of us and told them we were all going to work on it. "I want you to be looking for three different things. First would be for anything about companies who are just having their first stock release. Second would be for any technology companies. Third would be for any companies with very low stock prices. Use a highlighter to mark the company names, and I'll look them over to see if I recognize them." I finished my section before the girls did, so I looked through the stock listings for anything I might recognize. I did find IBM, and the price was less than $20.00 a share, so I told Bonnie I wanted her to buy a thousand shares of it." I looked through the sections the girls had highlighted. I didn't recognize most of the company names, but one did catch my attention. The article said it was a small company that was doing research into crystalline processes. The name of the company was SMD, or Sorento Micro Devices. It was a company I had done extensive business with in the early eighties. Their stock was selling for less than $2.00 a share. I asked Bonnie to buy $10,000 worth of their stock, which had just gone on the market. We all slept in Bonnie's bed that night. We all slept naked. I'd like to tell you that we all made passionate love, but in fact, we just snuggled. This time I snuggled to Bonnie's back, with Beth snuggling mine. I don't know why we hadn't had intercourse, but I think it was because we wanted to be completely comfortable with each other before we took that final step. Beth was still a virgin, and Bonnie was still getting used to the idea of making love to her son. It didn't matter that it was another man in her son's body, it was still his body. ------- It was just over two weeks later when SMD went nuts. Their stock price had gone up slightly, and I had Bonnie buy another $10,000 worth of shares. We now owned 9,000 shares of a company I knew was going to be around in twenty-five years, and I was sure was going to grow in value over time. What I didn't know was that the company had planned its original stock release to allow their employees to purchase stock before they made an announcement of a major breakthrough. They announced that they had developed a process that guaranteed at least a fivefold increase in component density. That meant they could get as many as five times as many transistors in a reasonable sized chip. Stock prices went through the roof. In less than a week, our 9,000 shares went from $2.07 per share to $35.90 per share. I told Bonnie to have our broker start selling them off, but to keep a thousand shares. Wow. The 8,000 shares we sold went for $287,920.00. We were all thrilled, and even after the broker's commission we had a sizeable sum. The thousand shares we kept eventually made us a lot more than what we sold, but we now had a considerable sum to invest. I had Bonnie buy another thousand shares of IBM. Rather than boring you with a description of our financial triumphs, let me just say we did rather well. By the time I turned eighteen, our portfolio included IBM, WalMart, Target, Disney and Bell South. We were now talking with our broker about tax shelters, tax free bonds, and other ways to protect our money. We had kind of lost interest in scratching to make more money. We had investments in stocks I knew would still be around and doing well into the next milennium and we knew they would be growing all of the time. I knew that Microsoft would go public in the mid-eighties, so we were prepared to take a big bight when they did. ------- The day we hit it big on SMD was a momentous one for all of us. Bonnie turned in her resignation that day, and that evening we went out to celebrate. Bonnie made reservations at the best restaurant she could think of. After a sumptuous meal, we went into the lounge for some dancing. My new body had very good coordination, and it didn't take long for my experience from my previous life to train my new body how to move. I asked Bonnie to dance when they played the first slow song after we were seated. Before the song was half over, people were watching us as we glided around the floor. Bonnie is a natural dancer and followed my lead perfectly. Bonnie and I danced two songs together, then we sat out a group of four fast songs. When the next slow song started, I took Beth's hand and asked her for the honor. Beth and I danced differently than I had with Bonnie. Beth put both arms around my neck, and my hands fell to her hips. We just sort of swayed to the music, making full body contact. God is she a pleasant armful. When we came back to the table, we just sat and talked for a while. Bonnie was excited about quitting work, and I can't say I blame her. We were laughing about something, I can't remember what, when some guy came up and asked Beth to dance. She thanked him but declined, saying she was just out celebrating with her family. The guy was obviously far along the way toward being drunk and he wouldn't take no for an answer. When he finally realized his charm wasn't going to get him anywhere, he decided that maybe his manly body would. He grabbed Beth's hand and pulled her to her feet. Before I could even stand up, Beth pivoted so her back was toward him. She stomped his left instep with her right heel. When he let go of her arm, she buried her right elbow in his solar plexis. The guy let out a whoosh and hit the floor on his ass, his legs spread like a teddy bear, and a dumb look on his face as he gasped for breath. Beth stepped forward, brought her leg back, and delivered a kick that would have made a forty yard field goal. When her toe connected with the guy's gonads, his eyes rolled back and he passed out. Beth smiled at us and sat back down. "I've always wanted to do that. I hope I haven't gotten us in trouble." Before the words were out of her mouth, two of the largest men I had ever seen showed up. One of them bent down and felt for a pulse on the guy Beth had taken out and the other one asked, "What happened here?" Beth told him everything that had gone on. He looked at her with a disbelieving gaze and asked, "You mean to tell me you took out Joe Ferguson by yourself? I really find that hard to believe ma'am. Are you sure your boyfriend here didn't have something to do with it? It'll be harder on you if you keep lying to us." "You'd better believe what she said," the guy at the next table broke in. "We saw the whole thing. The young man was just getting up when this Ferguson character hit the floor. You should probably get him to a hospital. I'm a doctor and from what I saw he may have a ruptured testicle." "We'll do that," the bouncer replied. "I'm going to need all of you to give me your names in case any charges need to be filed." He turned to the next table and said, "I'll need your's too doctor." We all gave him our names and the bouncers took Ferguson away. A few minutes later, a man who introduced himself as the manager came over. He apologized for what happened and told us our drinks were on the house. "We'll pay for our own drinks," I told him. "Frankly, this will be the last time we come here. I can understand a customer getting out of hand. That kind of thing can happen. What I can't understand is a lounge having a bouncer who calls my sister a liar and acts threateningly toward her. That, you are responsible for." "What are you talking about?" the manager asked. "The bouncer told me everything had been taken care of." I told him everything that had been said and told him to ask the doctor at the next table if I were telling the truth. He was very apologetic. I didn't know quite what to say, but I let him know we weren't pleased about his bouncer saying Beth wasn't telling the truth. He again offered to pay for our drinks, but I told him we'd take care of them ourselves. We left money on the table for drinks and a tip, then got out of there. In the car, Bonnie asked, "Did you see the look on the manager's face when you told him we'd pay for our own drinks? It was priceless. He looked like you'd slapped him." "That was my point. People think they can do or say anything and then make it all better by paying out a little bit of money. Hell, our bill was less than $20.00, and the bouncer's insult hurt Beth a lot more than that." "Yeah, I know. Speaking of hurting. Beth, that Ferguson guy was really hurting. Why did you go after him so hard?" "I don't know, Mom. I've been trying to figure that out myself. I wasn't really mad that he was bothering me, until he touched my hand. For some reason I just felt he was evil. It was like I was getting a flash at his thoughts, and he was thinking about other young girls he'd raped. I don't know if I was really seeing his thoughts, but it felt like I was touching a snake. I'm sorry if I upset you all." "You didn't upset me," I told her. "I was so proud of you I could have burst. I was trying to get up myself, but you were so fast I wasn't any help. I'm sure I wouldn't have been as effective as you anyway. All I was thinking of was mashing his nose. Where'd you learn how to do that anyway?" "I took some self defense classes last year. Mom was afraid something would happen to me, so it was her idea. I'm glad I took them though." ------- Chapter 3 I felt like I needed a shower when we got home, so I took a quick one while Bonnie closed up the house. When I went into Bonnie's bedroom, our bedroom now, Beth was laying on the bed, under the covers. As I walked toward the bed, she threw the covers off and held up her arms to me. None of us had been wearing clothing to bed for the last couple of weeks. We had done a lot of naked cuddling and some great oral sex, but hadn't taken the big step. I climbed in next to her, and we held each other for a while. I gently kissed her and told her she shouldn't worry about being too rough with the asshole tonight. "Whether you read his thoughts or not, he is a piece of shit. You could tell it by looking into his eyes. Even when he was smiling at you, his eyes were cold." "I know. It just kind of scares me that I have that much violence inside me, ready to erupt." "Who erupted? I sure hope he hasn't errupted yet. I have plans for him tonight," Bonnie said as she walked toward the bed. She was wearing a very sexy nighty. It was black and nearly transparent, with solid patches discretely covering her more interesting places. "My, my, getting modest are we? That is a very sexy outfit, Bonnie," I told her. "No, I'm not being modest," Bonnie told me, then kissed me with as much passion as I've ever felt in either life. "I just thought you might like to take it off me." It was fun. We kissed and cuddled, with me in the middle. I had an erection that would have cut diamonds. Bonnie moved down as if she were going to take me in her mouth, but then swung her leg across me. She rubbed the head of my cock up and down through her pussy, then looked me in the eye and asked, "Are you ready for the next step?" "Oh God, yes!" I moaned. We had all known it was going to happen, but we had all been waiting until we were really comfortable with the idea. I guess Bonnie was comfortable, I know I was. Bonnie positioned me at her opening, then looked me in the eye. I nodded and she started lowering herself on me. When the head of my cock popped into her very warm, very wet vagina, I thought I'd gone to heaven. Beth was watching her mother and I, a little surprised, but a lot turned on. "Beth, my sweet, sexy sister, would you please make my most erotic dream come true and put your beautiful pussy on my mouth. I want to make love to you while you watch Bonnie and me." Beth smiled, then kissed me with as much passion as Bonnie had shown before. When we broke the kiss, she moved up then brought her leg across me as she faced the junction of mine and Bonnie's bodies. Her sweet pussy was only inches from my face, so I took hold of her thighs and pulled her down so my tongue could taste her center. I wish I could say I lasted for hours, but my overcharged sixteen year old body and my highly stimulated fifty-eight year old brain reacted and I was pumping Bonnie full in less than a minute. Thanks to my sixteen year old body, I remained hard, and Bonnie never even slowed down. I know Beth had at least four orgasms before we fell exhausted onto the bed. I have no idea how many Bonnie had, but for the last several minutes she was riding me, she was in an almost constant state of orgasm. I had cum three times before Bonnie finally pulled off me. ------- God, what a night! What a week! What a summer! What a life!!! From that night on, we completely lost all of our inhibitions. We rarely wore clothes when we were home and even bathrooms were shared. Two days later, Beth gave me her cherry while Bonnie held her hand and kissed her eyes. It was one of the most loving things I had ever experienced. The day after Beth and I made love, Bonnie told me she thought it was time to get me a car. I hadn't minded going everywhere with Bonnie, but she insisted. "Do I have a drivers license?" I asked her. "You most certainly do. You took Drivers Ed last year, got an 'A' in the course, and passed your driver's exam on the first try. What kind of car would you like?" "Well, I know it's expensive, but I really like the Chevy Suburban." "What? No muscle car? I'd have figured you for a Camaro." "Mike would have probably liked the Camaro, but I'm thinking about the three of us camping and maybe taking some long trips together, so I'd prefer the Suburban." So, that's what we got. If was fully decked out and I got the trailer towing package which included an oil cooler and a transmission cooler as well as a heavy duty transmission and rear end. As we left the lot, Bonnie grinned at me and said, "I'll bet I know what our next major purchase will be." I just grinned back and said, "I guess you should start shopping then." "What are you guys talking about?" Beth asked, looking confused. "I think Mike is thinking of a travel trailer," Bonnie told her. "It would be nice, and Mike got them to install some kind of thing that changes the car electricity into the type of electricity that can be used in a house or travel trailer, so we could go anywhere and still have all the comforts of home. He even got an oversized fuel tank for the Suburban so we could let it run all night if we needed air conditioning." "Wow! That'd be cool. Wouldn't it be nice to find a place we could park the trailer with no one else around? We could run naked through the fields." "Yeah, and run back to the trailer when the mosquitos tried to carry you away," I laughed. ------- School was about to start and I was looking forward to it with mixed emotions. High school had not been particularly nice the first time through. I had been a slightly over weight nerd from a poor family. I was sure this time through would be a lot different. We'd had a lot of free time this summer, and so we all started to work out and run. Dad had quite a bit of exercise equipment that he had never really used. It was in a nice carpeted area in the basement and with a little bit of work, we had it set up to work for us. We also started running. Damn, the first time we went out for a run, I was panting by the end of the first block and had a stitch in my side by the middle of the second. Bonnie and Beth were in a little better shape, but still needed a lot of work. We kept at it, and by the end of summer, we were running six miles and feeling good when we finished. I used a lot of free weights and Beth and Bonnie worked more on tightening their stomachs and in toning their legs. I hate to say it, but Beth and I looked and felt like someone out of Body Beautiful when we walked in to school that first day. I was a Junior and Beth was a Sophomore. We had done a lot of talking during the summer about our relationship and the need to keep it secret. Bonnie said that Beth and I both needed to date other people. Neither of us were for it, me especially. The thought of another guy kissing my Beth about drove me crazy. Beth was a little easier about it, I guess because she was already sharing me with Bonnie. We finally agreed to dating, but neither of us were really happy with it. "Just because you go out with someone doesn't mean you have to screw them," Bonnie told us. **** Tuesday, September 7, 1976 **** One of the first people we ran into that first day of school was Shiela Hansen. When we saw this buxom cheerleader type coming toward us, Beth said, "Ut oh. That's Shiela Hansen, your old girlfriend. Careful Bro, she's a shark." "Oh hi, Mike," Shiela said, totally ignoring Beth. "It's good to see you. I'm mad at you though," she said with a pout. "You didn't call me once the whole summer. I was afraid you didn't like me anymore." By now she had her hands around my upper arm, stroking my muscle and smiling. "Well, actually you're right, Shiela. I don't like you anymore. I was in the hospital for two weeks and you never came in once. I was an invalid at home and you never called. You are a shallow person, Shiela and I really would appreciate it if you'd let go my arm." Shiela stepped back. I don't think she'd have been any more shocked if I'd hit her. Beth giggled, and I looked at her and said, "Shark, huh. More like a guppy." Beth broke up, laughing her ass off. Shiela had no idea what was going on, but she definitely knew we were laughing at her. Her face got the darkest shade of red I'd ever seen on a human being. I could see she was thinking of what she could do to make herself look the best. She drew back her hand and started to slap me. Beth grabbed her hand in mid swing and held it there. She stepped close to Shiela and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "Shiela, you are a piece of shit. Mike would have let you get away with slapping him because you are a girl. I won't let that happen. It wouldn't bother me a bit to put you in the hospital so you can see how many people come to visit you. Do I make myself clear?" Shiela nodded, and Beth let go of her wrist. Beth just stared at her and you could see that Shiela was completely stunned. Finally she just turned and walked away, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks. I gave Beth a quick hug and we both headed off to our home rooms. I was signed up for Biology, Chemistry, Trig, Government and English. Biology, Chemistry, and Trig were Monday, Wednesday and Friday classes. On Tuesday and Thursday I had Government, English, and Chemistry Lab. It was an aggressive schedule, but one I felt I could handle. By the end of the week, I was bored out of my mind. In my previous life, I had dual degrees in Chemical and Electrical Engineering. High school Chemistry for me was like going back to first grade to learn my ABCs. Trig was just as bad, because of all the math I'd had in getting my engineering degrees. Government class was taught by a guy who was really a Physical Education teacher. He made an already dull class into something that was as dry as cardboard. Biology was interesting because I hadn't taken any Biology classes in forty-two years. The class I enjoyed most was English. It was mostly a composition class, and the teacher, Mrs. Barnes allowed us a lot of leeway in how we interpreted our assigned topics. When I received my first paper back from her marked "A+" I was almost as excited as a high school student should be. I talked to Bonnie about my boredom problem and she asked if there was any way I could test out of any of the classes. I didn't know, so the next morning I made an appointment with my guidance counselor for Monday afternoon. **** Monday, September 13, 1976 **** Ms. Richards was a nice looking woman, who I think was just trying to get her years in so she could retire. She wasn't much interested in the problems of a teenager, and tried to blow me off by saying there was no way could just test out of the classes. "Ms. Richards, I was reading the other day about a twelve year old kid who had graduated from high school and was enrolled in college. Are you trying to tell me he spent four years in high school and sat through every required class to get his credits for graduation?" "I doubt that he did, Michael, but that kind of thing is for gifted children only. Do you think you're gifted?" "I'm not sure what my previous IQ scores were, Ms. Richards, but I was in a coma for a couple of weeks earlier this year, and when I woke up, I felt very different than I did before. Maybe you should have me tested to see if I've gone up or down as a result of the coma." "Maybe I should set up an IQ test for you," she said with a smug smile. "If it comes out the way I think it will, it will nip these feelings of superiority in the bud. Sit still, Michael. I need to make a phone call. I'll be right back." She was back inside ten minutes with a business card. "This is Dr. Johann Franks. He is the school psychiatrist and does any special testing required. He had some time tomorrow afternoon, so I've scheduled for you to take an IQ test starting at 1:00 PM. Please be at this address at least fifteen minutes early. I will inform your afternoon teachers you will not be here." I thanked her and tucked the card in my shirt pocket. "I'll be happy to take the test, Ms. Richards. However, I have one requirement before I'll take it. I want to be told my score on the test as soon as you find out. I feel I am old enough to know how I stack up, and I will not take the test unless you agree to this." "I'm afraid I can't do that, Michael," she said, her self righteous smile was back. "School policy says we cannot tell the student what his or her score is. I will be happy to send the results to your mother though. As for taking the test, you don't have a choice now that I have set it up. You either take it, or you will be suspended until you do take it." "That's okay, Ms. Richards. I'm going to see my attorney this afternoon. Would you please inform my teachers I will not be here? You might also want to tell Mr. Andrews (Principal) that I will be filing a suit against the school. It seems that in this state I am old enough to be tried for a capital crime. I'm old enough to legally have sex. I'm old enough to smoke cigarettes. If I'm old enough for these things, I'm old enough to know how smart or how dumb I am. My attorney loves these kinds of cases and he'll have a ball with it." "There's no need to get an attorney, Michael. I'll talk with Mr. Andrews and see if something can be worked out. Just go ahead and take the test tomorrow and I'm sure we can all come to an agreement." "I'll tell you what. I'll talk to my attorney this afternoon and you talk to Mr. Andrews. I'll ask my attorney to hold off filing until I have talked with you. I'll come in to see you in the morning and if you give me a written document, signed by you and Mr. Andrews that I'll be given the results, I'll go ahead and take the test. If you do not have the document or if you try to cancel the test or postpone it, I'll tell the attorney to go ahead with the suit." "I find your attitude insulting, Michael. I will not be threatened." "Ms. Richards, I am not threatening you, I am informing you. You need to get over your attitude that just because you're older than me, you are necessarily smarter than me. I have been polite and respectful, I just have not allowed you to bully me. I'm sure the tape recording I've made of this interview will show that." "You made a recording? That's illegal. I'll... I'll have you arrested." "It is illegal for a policeman to tape an interview for the purpose of entrapment. I don't think the school attorney will agree that it's illegal for a student to protect himself from false accusations. I'll talk with you in the morning, Ms. Richards." ------- That night I asked Bonnie if Mike had ever taken any IQ tests. She said he had taken one the year before and that he was very bright. She said his score had been 132. I had taken one a few years before, myself and had been in the upper 130s. I knew it was close to genius level and had been quite proud of my score. "Yeah, I was in the 130s too, Bonnie," I told her. "I always felt good about it because average is 100." "Do you really feel like it might be higher now?" "It feels like it is. Things seem to come easier for me. I have also been having some wierd things happening that I can't explain." "Like what?" "Well, do you remember how Beth said she felt like she was reading that guy's mind in the lounge? I've been getting flashes like that myself. It's mostly with you or Beth and usually when we're making love. I think it might be tied to strong emotions." Bonnie looked pensive for a few minutes then said. "I've had those kind of experiences all my life. I've always just shrugged them off as my imagination. It does seem like they are more frequently lately. Do you think it could have anything to do with you switching bodies?" "I don't know, Sweetheart. I know I have a close emotional bond with you and Beth. One of the reasons I wanted to take this test is to see if my brain has changed. If it has changed in one way, maybe it has changed in others. For example did Mike have a perfect memory for things he'd read?" "No, he was smart, but he always said he had to read something several times before he had it. Why?" "Well, I didn't have one as George either. Now I do. I'm also reading much faster than I ever could before and understanding what I've read if it builds on things I've read before. It's kind of scary in a way." "Oh, Sweety," Bonnie said as she pulled me into a hug. "Beth and I are here for you. If there's anything we can do, just let us know. You said you're reading faster. How fast are you reading now?" "I don't know for sure. Hand me that 'Time' magazine and I'll let you time me while I read a page. Pick out a page with a lot of text." I handed her my watch, which had a stopwatch built in and showed her how to use it. She handed me the magazine with her finger marking a page. She told me to keep it closed until she told me to start. She said, "Go." and I began reading an article on the future of the electronics industry. It was an interesting article and not one I'd seen before. When I finished the page I said, "Done." Bonnie looked disturbed. "That's impossible. There has to be close to two thousand words on that page, and you finished in twenty-three seconds." "I did read it, Sweety. Ask me a question about it." "Okay, Third paragraph, second sentence. What are the first three words?" It was like using a microfliche reader to scan down through the article. "By the middle," I told her. "My God! Let's count the words and see how fast you are, stud. I know from experience you're not too fast when you shouldn't be." We counted then calculated. It came out to a little over four thousand words per minute. I wasn't too disturbed, because I knew the Kennedys had read that fast or faster. It's just that they had to work hard to get to that speed and I had it for nothing. **** Tuesday, September 14, 1976 **** The next morning, I walked into Ms. Richard's office at exactly 9:00 AM. She didn't say a thing, but handed me a paper. I read it and it was what I asked for and it was signed by the appropriate people. I said, "Thank you." and turned to walk out. She never said a word the entire time I was there. When I arrived at Dr. Franks' office I learned I would actually be taking two tests. It seems there are several tests of different types that can be given that look at slightly different aspects of intelligence. To be honest, I couldn't tell much difference from the types of questions that were asked. God! What a grueling afternoon. When I found out it would take a little over four hours to take the tests, I called home to let Bonnie know I'd be late. Actually I was out of his office in a little over three hours. I'd have been out sooner, but I had to wait for him to go through the second test making sure I'd answered all of the questions. **** Wednesday, September 15, 1976 **** I was in Biology class the next morning when I was paged to go to Ms. Richards office. I didn't see any way she could have the test results as yet, so I was wondering what the hell she could want as I entered her office. She motioned me to one of the chairs in front of her desk and when I was seated she said, "Michael, Dr. Franks called over your test results this morning. He is asking for us to schedule some additional testing for you, and since I know you have some, ahh humm, uh... strong opinions about that type of thing I wanted to discuss them with you first." "Before we talk about additional testing, I'd like to hear the results of the tests I took, please." "Okay, you took two tests. On the first test you took, genius level is considered to be around 140. You scored 176. On the second test you took, genius level is around 150. You scored 183. Dr. Franks was concerned with your finishing so quickly, so he scored the tests last night. He says these are the highest scores he's ever seen from a test he's given, so he'd like to do some additional testing. It seems there are other tests that are a little more refined and can give a better idea of the areas you excel in." "Ms. Richards, the tests I took yesterday exhausted me completely. I'm not inclined to take any more, but I will talk it over with my mother. If she wants me to take the additional tests, I will. Is that satisfactory with you?" "Yes, Michael, that will be fine. I would like to discuss these tests with her as well, though. I should have the written reports by Monday. Could you please have her call me on Monday so we can set up an appointment? I believe Dr. Franks would like to set in on the meeting as well." "I'll have her call first thing Monday morning." "Thank you, Michael. We can probably also discuss testing out of some classes as well. From the brief conversation I had with Dr. Franks, he feels you are probably bored out of your mind with the courses you are taking now. I want to apologize for disbelieving what you said before. I should have at least given you the chance to test in one class to see if you were genuine." "Not a problem, Ms. Richards. Actually you did the right thing by scheduling the IQ tests. I thank you for that," I said as I stood to leave. The rest of the day at school was a blur. I went from class to class, ate my lunch, and talked to friends, but my mind was somewhere else. **** Friday, September 17, 1976 **** It was Friday night and none of us had dates. I had told Bonnie and Beth about my test results yesterday and we were all still a little shook up. We were snuggled up together on the couch. We had tried to watch some television, but there was nothing interesting on, so we put on some soft music and were just enjoying each other's company. "So, what could cause a jump of fifty points in IQ in a year?" Bonnie asked. "Absolutely nothing that I know of," I told her. "Theoretically, your IQ should be nearly the same from birth to death. I wish I had an answer." "Do you think the tests Dr. Franks wants to give you would shed any light on the subject?" "No. Absolutely not. Even in the year 2003, little was known as to what made one person more intelligent than another. Sure, brain damage can cause your IQ to go down, but I haven't heard of anything that would make it go up." "Then you don't think taking the additional tests would do any good." "No, but I do think they would cause a lot of additional exposure. We certainly don't want that," I said as I gave her left breast a squeeze. Bonnie giggled. "No, we don't want that." "I know that the brain functions when neurons fire an electrical signal from one neuron to another neuron. The electrical charge is fired because of a chemical change inside the sending neuron. Many neurons are firing in parallel. If there were more neurons firing in parallel, that might speed up the process. The rest potential of a neuron is about -70 millivolts, I believe, and the cell triggers when the voltage reaches about -55 millivolts. If the rest voltage and the trigger voltage were closer together, the neuron might fire quicker. Additional blood supply to the neuron might also speed it up. There may also be some kind of trigger, like adrenalin or something that would cause things to work faster or better." "That's more information than I ever wanted," Beth laughed. "What I want to know is, are you going to keep getting smarter, or have you reached your potential?" "I just don't know, Sweety. I am also wondering about what is causing all of us to have these flashes of telepathy. If we could learn to control it and strengthen it, there is no end to what we could do." "Yeah. I've been wondering about that myself. Why is it only the three of us? I've never heard of anyone else who had these experiences." "A lot of people over the years have demonstrated some form of ESP. Some of them have been hoaxes, but some have been verified. No one knows why. It could also be that a lot of people have these flashes but are afraid to say anything about them." "Well, I think we should move this discussion to the bedroom," Bonnie said. "That way when Mike starts another discourse on how the brain works, I can fall asleep without having to worry about getting up later." We did move to the bedroom, but not until after I had given Bonnie a severe tickling. ------- Chapter 4 Saturday, September 18, 1976 I was laying awake, thinking about what we had talked about, long after my two beautiful lovers were asleep. I was becoming a little frustrated because the same thoughts kept chasing themselves through my mind. Finally, agitated with the whole thing, I thought, "Why the fuck are we experiencing telepathy?" "Suddenly, I knew. I knew it as clearly as I knew my own name (both my names actually). We were receiving more blood flow to a portion of the brain that had no known function." "How did I know that?" I wondered. "Oh well, I wish I could see what was causing the additional blood flow." I could immediately see, behind my closed eyelids, a portion of the brain and a blood vessel leading into it. Somehow I knew this blood vessel was larger than in normal people, and that the telepathy was triggered by a state of excitement because of an increase in blood pressure. I thought about this for a couple of minutes then thought, "I wonder if my brain could cause this vessel to increase in size?" I knew that to do something like that, I'd have to be in a very excited condition. I slipped out of bed and quickly got dressed without awakening Bonnie or Beth. It was now over two hours after midnight so I knew there would be very little traffic. I got in my new Suburban. I was on the freeway within a few minutes going toward San Jose. I let the speed start to creep up, feeling the tension and excitement build. When the speedometer said 120 MPH, I tried my experiment. "I want the blood vessel I was looking at earlier to be permanently 50% larger than it was this afternoon," I thought. I didn't feel anything happening, an after a few more miles I thought the same thing. I still didn't feel any change, so I reluctantly took the next exit and started home. When I went back into the bedroom, Bonnie raised herself on one elbow and looked at me. She didn't move her mouth, but I distinctly heard, "What the hell is he doing dressed?" "I wanted to try an experiment, Sweety. Just go back to sleep. I'll be back as soon as I go to the bathroom." Again, I did not see her mouth move, but I heard, "Go back to sleep, Hell. I'm awake now. I'm going to jump his bones." "Sweety, as much as I enjoy you jumping my bones, I'd rather wait until morning if you don't mind. I'm all keyed up and I don't think I'd be much good to you." "Mike, why are you answering me when I didn't say anything?" "But... you said you were awake and were going to jump my bones." "I thought it but I didn't say it. What's going on, Mike?" "My God... It must have worked!" I went on to explain to her the insights I had earlier and my experiment to increase the size of the blood vessel. After chewing me out for driving that fast, she calmed down enough to ask some questions. "Are you saying you can read what I'm thinking all of the time now?" "I don't know, Bonnie. I certainly heard what you were thinking when I came into the room." "Okay, I'm going to shut up talking and think something at you. See if you can pick it up." "Okay, and I love you too, Bonnie." "That was an easy one I guess. Try this one." "Okay, you thought 'and all the boards did shrink'." "Well... I know you didn't come up with that one by accident. Are you picking up anything besides my surface thoughts?" "No, but I haven't tried either. I really don't want to invade your privacy." "Privacy, Hell, Mike. We're about as close as any two people can get. You've even licked my asshole. Your father didn't do that in all the years we were married. If you'd like to look at my innermost thoughts and fantasies, you have my permission. Any time, any place." "Just relax for a minute or two, Bonnie. Let me see what I can see." ------- "My God, Bonnie! Why didn't you tell someone about the lump in your breast? You've been worried about it. Maybe we could have helped. You need to see a doctor." "I know! I know," Bonnie sobbed. "I should have told you a week ago, when I found it. I was trying to get up the courage to tell you and Beth and to call a doctor, but I was and am scared, Mike. We've all found something good and I don't want to lose it." "I don't want to lose it either, my love. Maybe there's something we can do about the lump though. First, though, would you like to be able to do the mind thing I've been doing, reliably?" "Yes, I guess so. How does that have anything to do with my lump though?" "Well, I changed the size of a blood vessel in my brain just using my mind. If I can do that, then maybe I could remove cancer cells as well. If we get it so you can do the same thing, we should have a better shot at getting rid of your lump." Bonnie brightened considerably and said, "Okay, let's try it. What do we have to do?" "I'm not sure. I just visualized the blood vessel in my brain and told myself I wanted it to be 50% larger. I had excited myself by driving fast, so my blood pressure was up and I could have the power to do it." "Now that you can do it all the time, can you visual the vessel in my brain and tell it to get larger?" "I don't know, but let's give it a try." We looked deeply into each other's eyes, and I concentrated on the area of Bonnie's brain that we wanted to have increased blood flow. When I closed my eyes, I could see the area and see the vessel with the blood flowing through it. The blood vessel was not as large in Bonnie as it had been in me. I concentrated on the vessel and thought, "I want this vessel to be twice as large as it was yesterday." I stayed concentrating on her brain, and I could actually see the vessel growing. "Do you feel anything different?" I asked her. "No, not really," She responded, a look of disappointment coming to her face. "I didn't either at first. I'm going to clear my mind and think of one thing. See if you can tell me what I'm thinking." She waited a few seconds and smiled. "I know you love me and Beth. We both love you too." Bonnie paused another couple of seconds then said, "It's so amazingly clear. When you think something, it's like I'm hearing it with my ears. It's not audible though. This is amazing." "Yes, it is. When you probe someone for their underlying thoughts it is a bit different. You don't hear the words, it's just like you grasp the concept without needing words." "So, what do I do about my lump?" "First off, show me where it is so I can feel it." "You're just wanting to feel Mommy's tit, you nasty thing," Bonnie laughed. I could tell she was relaxing already. "Yes, but Mommy has such pretty tits," I told her. "Now show me, woman." Bonnie pulled my hand to her breast and started moving my fingers around. I felt it almost at once. It was about the size of a marble and spongy hard. "Okay, now close your eyes and tell yourself you want to see the lump in your breast." Bonnie concentrated for a few seconds then said, "I can see it. It's an ugly thing, Mike." "Sweety, I'm going to look into your mind and see if I can see it too." Bonnie didn't say anything, so I looked into her mind. She was concentrating on the lump and I could see it clearly. "Now, Sweety, tell yourself you want the cells in the lump to die, and you want your body to adsorb the dead cells and excrete them through normal excretion." Bonnie concentrated again. Almost immediately I could see the lump start to shrink. Within five minutes, it was gone. Neither of us said a word during this time. I don't think either of us could have. Finally, I asked, "May I feel your lovely breasts again?" Bonnie smiled and nodded. It was gone. The lump is gone! "My God! Sweety, the damned thing is gone," I shouted! Bonnie's smile lighted the entire city as she knocked my hand out of the way and started her own examination. "It is gone," she almost whispered. "What's gone?" Beth asked. "What's all the commotion about? I'm trying to sleep here." Bonnie explained to her everything that had gone on as I held my wonderful lover with the fixed booby and stroked her hair. Of course, Beth wanted us to "fix" her brain too, so we repeated the process we used on Bonnie with Beth. Beth's blood vessel was more the size of mine, maybe even a little larger, so we went with the 50% increase on her. After Beth was up to speed, we had a mental conversation between the three of us that blew us all away. Thoughts passed back and forth much faster than words and always came out as we meant them to. We experimented a little and found we could also send and receive feelings, sights and smells. It was wonderful. I told her. I told her. Her question totally flabbergasted me. I think it must have done the same thing to Bonnie. We all just looked at each other, I at least was a little scared from the implications. Finally, I managed to shape a coherent thought. she giggled. I said, Beth said. We all laughed at that, then snuggled in for some much needed rest. ------- It was nearly noon when I woke up the next morning. Beth's head was on my left shoulder and she was snuggled close. It was the smell of coffee that awakened me, and it was close by. As my eyes began to focus, I could see that Bonnie had set two cups on the night stand and was wafting the delicious fragrance toward Beth and I. I did a double take. Yes, it was Bonnie, but she was like no Bonnie I had ever seen before. She was absolutely gorgeous! I said. She said with a little curtsey. I beckoned her to me, and she slid in beside me. Beth giggled. I knew she had been awake since Bonnie had gotten into bed with us, but she hadn't said anything. Bonnie passed Beth and I our coffee, and we sipped for a while. Finally, Beth said she was hungry too, so we decided to go out for brunch. We ended up going to an IHOP that was close to the house. Beth and I ordered what we would consider a normal breakfast. Bonnie had three eggs, corned beef hash, hashbrowns, and three plate sized pancakes. I was almost embarrassed. We talked verbally while we ate, talking about school and exercise and any innocuous thing we could think of. We were also carrying on a nonverbal conversation on things we didn't want anyone else to hear. I told her. She replied. I said. We did, and it was everything she said it would be. ------- God! I can't believe it. Did I say that Bonnie is gorgeous? Actually I don't think there was ever a word invented that could tell you just how beautiful she is. And energetic, she has more energy than I could imagine. She has a cheerleader's body and no cheerleading to do, so she has to expend the energy someway. We had sort of let our exercise and running lapse since school started, but Bonnie got us back into it with a passion. Anyway, back to the story. I am trying to keep to the order things happened in, but I digress at times. We spent most of the rest of that day in bed. Bonnie couldn't get enough and I couldn't get enough of her. We didn't leave Beth out either. I must have cum seven or eight times that day. I had the normal libido of a horny sixteen year old, plus I had found I could now will myself hard. Even if I had just had an earth shaking cum, I could get hard again in seconds. I also had the chance to watch Beth and Bonnie get it on. Watching that gave me an erection you could have driven nails with. ------- Monday, September 20, 1976 I was in Biology class on Monday morning, when I was again called to Ms. Richards office. Waiting for me there was Bonnie, Ms. Richards, Mr. Andrews, and Dr. Franks. Ms. Richards informed me they had been discussing my test results, and said they were ready to talk about me testing out of some classes. "There are two or three ways we can do this, Michael," Said Mr. Andrews. The first way would be if you just dropped out of school and took the GED (General Education Development) test. That way you would not get a diploma, but you would be able to get into college once you passed the GED. The second way would be for you to select the classes you feel you could test out of, then you would take tests for those classes over a couple of weeks time. Then you could take whatever classes you still need to graduate. The third way is the same as the second, except we would give you a week or two to prepare for the test by studying the text book for the class." "Well Mr. Andrews, if you are giving me a choice, I would choose the third way, if I can graduate early after passing all the required tests or taking the classes." "Yes, Michael. That would be the scenario, and I believe it is your best choice. A GED is okay, but it is still better to have a diploma in my opinion." Ms. Richards said, "Here is a list of the eight classes you need to graduate. Put a checkmark by the ones you'd like to take the test for and leave the classes you are going to take blank." She handed me a slip of paper with the eight classes listed. I quickly put a check beside each class and handed it back to her. She glanced at the list then said, "Michael, you are indicating that you want to test out of every one of them. Is that what you intend?" "Yes, Ms. Richards. I'd like to schedule things so that I can graduate at the end of the first semester." "I don't know if that's possible, Michael," Mr. Andrews said while shaking his head. "If it can be done, I think it should," Dr. Franks said. "As I was telling you earlier, there aren't more than one hundred people in the United States who has that high of an IQ, and not more than a thousand in the world. We really shouldn't hold him back if we can help it." Mr. Andrews thought for a couple of minutes then said, "Okay, we'll do it your way, Michael. What class would you like to start with?" "Chemistry is my best subject, so let's start with that. Could we set the test up for Monday morning? That would give me the weekend to study." "That will be fine, Michael," said Ms. Richards. "I will be administering the tests. There's one thing you should know, though. Each subject test is a one shot deal. If you don't pass it the first time, you have to take the class." "I understand, Ms. Richards. It makes sense to do it that way." ------- Until I passed the test for a subject I was currently in, I had to keep attending the class. One of the reasons I decided for chemistry to be the first one I tested out of was because it had three class periods and two labs every week. I somehow made it through the rest of my classes that day. During my study hall, I decided to try an experiment. The school was about five miles from our house as the crow flies. We had never experimented with range, so I thought I'd try. I called mentally. I tried to direct my thoughts to her as I sent them. I projected to Beth. It was almost a minute before she answered. Evidently I'd caught her at just the wrong time. She had been lost in thought when my voice was suddenly in her mind. She let out a little squeak and had to make up a story for her teacher when he asked what her problem was. she told me. I could hear a mental giggle. I'll swear I could. Then I heard Beth calling to Bonnie. I could hear Bonnie's mental laugh. Beth told her of her desire to go dancing after dinner, and Bonnie agreed. Beth and I agreed that would be great. I love ribs, and Beth and Bonnie do too. The messier the better I always say. ------- The redneck bar was just as described. The food was fantastic, and the dance floor was as big as Texas. When we had all stuffed ourselves with the ribs, Beth asked me if I'd dance with her. "I would love to dance with my beautiful lady," I told her. We were keeping all conversations verbal so we wouldn't confuse people around us if we shared a joke nonverbally and we all burst out laughing for no apparent reason. Once we were on the dance floor, we could hold each other close and converse mentally. I heard from Bonnie. Beth answered. When the dance was over, I escorted Beth back to the table, and since there was another slow song starting, I asked Bonnie to dance. We were dancing close, and had moved over to one of the less well lighted corners to exchange a kiss when we heard mentally, "HELP!" It was immediately cut off, but we both started running for our table. It was empty, and the chair Beth had been was laying on it's back on the floor. I had just turned to ask the people at the next table what had happened when two very large men came running up. "Are you with the girl that was here?" one of them asked. "Yes, what happened?" Bonnie asked. "We were watching the place on the monitors upstairs. Everything was fine until we saw these three guys grab the girl who was here. One of them slapped a rag over her mouth and nose and she went limp. They were out the back door before we could get down here." "Call 911 and report a kidnaping," I told them. "I'm going out back to see if I can see their car. "Bonnie, get our car and meet me around back." One of the bouncers said, "Now wait a minute. You can't go out..." "Shut up and do what you're told," I said as I headed toward the door. "If you don't, your boss is going to be awfully mad when we own this place." ------- Chapter 5 By the time Bonnie picked me up, I could feel Beth. I said, pointing. We waited for what seemed like forever then Bonnie and I heard, Bonnie looked over at me a shocked look torturing her features. Bonnie told us. A few minutes later we heard, We saw the tail lights of a car ahead and slightly off to our right. Bonnie slowed and pulled in behind it. We were out of the car before it had hardly stopped rolling. I said just before I touched her. We got the blindfold off first, then I went to work on the clothesline rope they had used on her hands and feet. Bonnie was kissing her eyes and nose and cheeks as she stroked her daughter/lover's hair. When I had her free, we went into a group hug that lasted for several minutes. Beth was sobbing when we started, but we held each other until she had calmed down. I didn't know you could yell mentally, but Beth did it. Bonnie asked. We dragged the three men out and laid them side by side on the gravel road. I woke them but gave their bodies instructions that they couldn't move their arms or legs. Ferguson started threatening and sputtering immediately. "Just shut up, Mr. Ferguson," Bonnie told him. "As the three of you can see, you can't move your arms or legs. You picked on the wrong people this time, boys." "Whaddya mean," one of the men asked. "You tried to kidnap a witch," Bonnie told him. "All three of us are witches. To show you I'm telling the truth, we're going to give you all a very severe pain in your right knees." She nodded at me and I told their bodies their right knees had just been crushed. All three immediately started screaming. Bonnie waited nearly half a minute then nodded at me again. I told their bodies their knees were well and shouldn't be hurting. You could see the fear in all of their eyes. Ferguson said, "Ma'am, she crushed my balls. We were just bringing her out here to scare her a little bit. We weren't going to hurt her." "We can read your mind Ferguson. All the way out here in the car you were thinking of raping and killing my daughter. You are going to die for that. In fact, all of you are going to die for that." "Mike, should we burn them to death or drown them?" "I'd say burn them, it's a lot more trouble, but I think it will be a lot more painful." "I think we should drown them, Mom. It'd be a lot harder to burn them and the police will investigate a lot harder than if it is just a bunch of guys who got drunk and drowned." "Yeah, I guess you're right, Beth. I just hate to see them get off that easy." We loaded them all into their car and went through the gate so we could drive down close to the water. We found a small beach area and removed them from the car and laid them on the beach. Beth wanted the honor of undressing them and she made many derogatory comments about their manhood as she did. She piled each one's clothes in separate piles on the beach. Bonnie said she wanted to make each of them fuck each other in the ass, but I told her we didn't have that much time. We had their bodies adjust their blood alcohol levels until they were almost twice the drunk limit, then stood them up and made their bodies start walking into the lake. I forced them to remain silent, so we wouldn't be swayed by their pleas. We could see each of them still walking as their heads went under. On the way back to town I asked Bonnie if she were feeling bad about what we'd done. she answered. We made slow passionate love when we got home. All three of us. It was as if we were trying to wipe out the things that had happened and reaffirm our love for each other. When we finally went to sleep, we were calm and relaxed. We all slept well. ------- The rest of the week at school was anticlimactic. I arranged to take the Chemistry exam the following Monday. I knew that with a Chemical Engineering degree in my other life I would have no problem with a highschool Chemistry test, so I really didn't even have to read the book. ------- Wednesday, September 29, 1976 ------- I was daydreaming in that same class on Wednesday when I heard in my mind, Actually, it was a lot of fun. The coaches had different areas set up for the different events, but the longer distances were all grouped together. Coach Daniels got up in front of the people who were trying for the distance positions to explain what we would be doing. "Today is an elimination day," Daniels told us. "Today we are going to determine which of you ladies and gentlemen are long distance runners, and which ones we feel need a little more practice before you try out for the team again. The way we're going to do that is, we're going to give each of you a number, which will be displayed on your back. We have a course set up that is exactly two miles long, one out and one back. Men and women will be running together. Each time you pass this end of the course, my assistants will record your number. You will all run for an hour and the people who go the farthest during that time will be on the team. If you feel like you cannot run for an hour, now is the time to back out." There were about fifty kids there and after the coach's talk five or six of them left. Beth and I went over and picked up our numbers then helped each other into them. After a lot of milling around, everyone had their numbers. The coach lined us up near the starting point and told us the signal that the hour was up would be the firing of the school canon. As everyone was getting ready, I said to Beth, Her grin made my day. When the race started, we were near the back of the pack. We started at the speed we normally ran at, and were completely comfortable. Beth and I conversed mentally the entire time. That way we didn't have to worry about anyone overhearing us and it also conserved out oxygen. At the two mile mark we were passing people who were starting to drop back. At the four mile mark there were less than ten people in front of us. At the six mile mark, one guy was still leading us, but he appeared to be faltering. At the eight mile mark, we were by ourselves, but we were lapping other runners. We were approaching the ten mile mark when I looked at my watch and say we only had about three minutes left. Beth just smiled and took off. We passed the ten mile mark like we were running the hundred yard dash. I didn't try to distance Beth, but just kept even with her. I could see Coach Daniels with a big grin on his face as we blew by him. We were about a quarter of a mile into the next lap when the canon went off. We checked in with one of the assistants who was close and started our walkdown to cool off. As we approached the starting point, Coach Daniels walked out to meet us. "You two are the Greens, right?" Beth and I confirmed we were. "Mr. Green, you are a very good runner. You're going to do big things this year. Miss Green, you are phenomenal. You ran at a speed that matched the winner of the ladies Boston Marathon last year. Do you guys run at home?" "Yes, Sir," Beth told him. "We run every day. We started running a half hour, but now we run about an hour and a half. We usually run at the pace we ran today. Our mother runs with us." "Good genes. How old is your mother?" "She's 37, but she looks 18. They card her every time she orders wine with a meal." Coach Daniels laughed. "I wish I had that problem," He told us. "Anyway the male and female runners who run the farthest in this test are automatically on the team. Practice will start tomorrow after your last class. I'm looking forward to working with you kids." We thanked him and went for a quick shower before heading home. Bonnie was thrilled when we told her we'd both made the long distance team. We decided to grill some steaks to celebrate. We had a great dinner in the back yard, until the mosquitos decided they were hungry too. The last straw was when one of the little buggers decided it liked Bonnie's nipple as much as I do. Beth and I had to do a lot of kissing to make it well when we were all in the safety of the house again. ------- Thursday, September 30, 1976 ------- Practice for track was fun. Beth and I both signed up for the 10K, the 5K, and the one mile runs. The coach wanted us to also try out for some of the field events, so I tried out for javelin, discus and shot put. I was an abysmal failure on the shot put, but wasn't too bad on discus. The javelin wasn't too bad either, but I figured one field event was enough. Beth tried out for several events, but finally settled on the high jump. Since Beth was running faster than even the boys, she didn't have much competition. We trained hard though and before long, we were both improving greatly. ------- Monday, October 4, 1976 ------- The following Monday I took the test for Chemistry. As I figured, I was in the 99th percentile. I scheduled Trig for the following Monday since I didn't feel I would have any more trouble with it than I did Chemistry. Bonnie and I were talking after I finished my test. She was at home and I was in my Trig class. Beth's birthday was coming up on Friday, so Bonnie and I discussed what we should get her for a present. I said. ------- What I didn't tell Bonnie was that I seriously thought Sharon had a crush on me. When I'd speak to her when she was with Beth, she was all smiles and she never passed up an opportunity to touch my arm or my chest. I arrived at the cafeteria early, and waited just inside for Sharon. When she came in, she was by herself. "Hi Sharon." "Hi Mike." Her smile would have lighted New York. "I was wondering if you'd sit with me at lunch. I need to talk with you about Beth." "Sure. I'd love to have lunch with you, Mike." We chatted as we went through the line, and when we got to the cashier, I paid for both lunches. We found a small table over in a corner, and sat facing each other. "Sharon, I don't know if you realize it or not, but Friday is Beth's sixteenth birthday." "I knew it was soon, but I didn't know it was this week. All she can talk about is getting her driver's license." "Yeah, I know. She's going to have her socks knocked off when she sees what Mom is getting her." "What is it? I promise I won't tell." "A Volkswagen." "God, is she going to flip out. I'm excited for her. I wish I could see her face when she gets it." "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Mom and I want to have a party for her, but we really don't know who her friends are, except you, of course. I was wondering if you had any idea who we should invite." "I can think of a few. How big a party were you thinking about?" "Not too big. I wouldn't want to invite someone just to fill a space, and I definitely wouldn't want to invite anyone she didn't like." "Okay, I can think of three girls and two boys who she really likes. Besides me, that is. She knows a lot of people, but these are the only ones I'd say she was actually friends with." "Would you do the honors of inviting them for me? You could all show up around four on Friday." "Sure, Mike. I'll do it for you." "Tell everyone to bring swimsuits so they can use the pool. Unless you all want to go skinny dipping that is." Sharon giggled and looked up through lowered lashes, "That might be fun," she said shyly. "Oh, it is fun. I enjoy it immensely." "Do you... I mean have you... Awh Shit. Have you ever gone skinny dipping with Beth?" "Yeah. All the time actually. Mom too. We are kind of like nudists around the house. We are planning to go to a nudist camp this coming summer." I don't know why I was telling her these things. I just had a feeling I could trust her and I knew Beth did. "Wow. Cool. I don't know if I could do that or not. Doesn't it bother you? I mean, doesn't your... thingy get all... ?" "It did at first, Sharon, but you get used to it after a while and it isn't a problem any more. Please don't say anything to anyone except Beth about what I told you. There's nothing wrong with what we do, but a lot of people aren't as open minded as you are and they might look down on Beth because of it." "Oh, Mike. I wouldn't say anything. I wouldn't want anyone to think badly of you either." "Sharon, I'm really not worried about what people think of me. There are very few people I care about, and the ones I do aren't going to think badly of me anyway. I do care about Beth though and I wouldn't want anything to hurt her." "I knew I liked you for a reason," Sharon said with a big smile. "Ditto," I said, returning her smile. We talked about school and track until lunch period was over. As we were getting up to leave, I said, "I really enjoyed talking with you, Sharon. We'll have to do this again." "I'd like that, Mike," she said while taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. As I was walking to my next class I thought I'd better get in touch with Beth. ------- Sharon showed up to watch track practice. Beth and I talked about it a little bit, mentally. She was as surprised as I was. I can't say I wasn't happy to see her, so when I was on a break, I ran over to talk with her. "Hi there young lady. What brings you out to see us tortured?" "Hi Mike. I just wanted to tell you that the two boys and two of the girls I told you about said they'll be there on Friday. The other girl can't make it." "That's great, Sharon. Thank you for coming out. It's nice to see a friendly face while the coach is trying to kill us." "That's okay, Mike. I like watching you and Beth. You have a real grace when you're running." "We've only got another half hour or so. Are you going to hang around till it's over?" "I was thinking about it. My dad's out of town until next week, so I don't have to be in a rush to get home." "How about you and Beth and I run over to Betty's when we get through and grab a burger?" I'll swear, the lights went on when she smiled. "I'd really like that Mike." "Great. Hang around while we get our showers. I have my car here." Beth teased. ------- I was out of the showers first when practice was over. I walked over to where Sharon was waiting, and she reached and took my hand. "Beth should be out in a couple of minutes. It doesn't take me as long in the bathroom as it does her." "That's okay, Mike. I don't mind waiting with you." "What kind of classes are you taking this semester, Sharon?" "I'm in all the advanced placement classes I'm afraid. It bothers me a little because I'm afraid everyone is going to think I'm a nerd." "Well, I don't think you're a nerd. I'm testing out of a lot or maybe all of my remaining classes this semester. I hope to graduate at the end of this semester." "Wow! I wish I could do that. I still have six months before I'm sixteen though, so I'm sure my dad would never go for it." "Sharon, please don't be angry with Beth, but she has told me a little about your dad. Is there anything we can do to help?" Sharon squeezed my hand so hard I thought she was going to break my knuckles. "No, Mike. There's not anything anyone can do. I've talked to a counselor about it, and she says that the things he does to me can't be considered abuse. I'd have to prove to a court that the punishments are for no reason other than to hurt me." "Well, Sharon, if it ever gets so bad you can't take it any more, or if you're afraid, you can run to our house. I'll talk to Mom about it this evening, but I'm sure she'll agree." "Thank you, Mike," Sharon said just as we saw Beth coming out of her locker room. ------- Betty's is your typical teen hangout. I hadn't been there since my body switch, because frankly there isn't a whole lot of interest for a 58 year old man in such a place. I had fun though. We all had burgers and fries and cokes. Sharon sat next to me, and I don't think she let go of my hand more than three times the entire time we were there. "I haven't been here but a few times," Sharon told Beth and I. "I've never quite fit in, I guess. There's always some loud mouthed bully here to try to give the nerd girl a hard time." "I don't think anyone will bother you, Sharon, but if they try, Mike and I will take care of them." "She means it to," I told Sharon. I went on to tell her about Beth crushing the guy's testicle. "My God, Beth. How'd you learn to do that?" "I have no idea, Sharon. I just seemed to know what to do and I did it." "I know what you mean. I've had that kind of thing happen to me too. There are times I feel like... I guess I shouldn't say anything about that. You'll really think I'm wierd." "Go ahead, Sharon. I promise I won't think you're wierd," I assured her. "Well... okay. There are times I feel like I know what someone is thinking." Beth and I exchanged a look then I said, "Sharon, Beth and I have both had those same feelings. We don't think you're wierd." Sharon looked at me and then at Beth, "You've really had those feelings, Beth?" "Yes, I have, Sharon. The night I kicked the guy in the nuts, I thought he was thinking about hurting me." "Enough of this, guys. Sharon, would you like to meet our Mom? She's really cool and I'm sure you'll like her." "That would be great," Sharon smiled. "Would you take me home afterwards, Mike?" "Not a problem, Sharon. Now, let's get the hell out of here." After we were in the car, I asked Beth mentally, It was all I could do to keep from breaking out laughing. As we pulled into the driveway, I told Sharon we were going to surprise Mom. I let the Suburban coast in and we got out quietly. I opened the front door with a key and looked through most of the downstairs. Then I spotted movement on the patio. Bonnie was in a lounge chair, catching the last rays of the sun. The back of the lounge was toward the door, so she couldn't see us coming, and we couldn't see anything of her except her right arm. We went out on the patio, leaving the door open. When we were about ten feet from her chair, Beth said, "Hi Mom." Bonnie jumped like she was shot. "Hi yourself," she said as she got to her feet and turned to face us. There she stood in all her glory. Naked as the day she was born. She shook her finger at Beth and me and said, "You two are going to catch it for this." Sharon was standing there with her mouth open. She looked like a bass trying to catch guppies. Beth and I were laughing our asses off, then Bonnie started in. It took Sharon a minute or two to recover, then she blushed and giggled. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Green. They didn't tell me. They just said they wanted to surprise you." "I know these two," Bonnie said. "They would do anything to embarrass me." "You shouldn't be embarrassed, Mrs. Green. You have a beautiful body. They told me the three of you go nude around the house a lot. I just wasn't expecting it." "Mom, this is Sharon Mayhew," Beth told her. "She's a good friend and we trust her." "Hi Sharon. Thanks for the compliment," Bonnie said as she picked up a robe from another chair and slipped it on. "We do go nude a lot. I personally believe the human body is beautiful in all of it's diverse shapes and sizes." Beth went and got us all cokes and we all sat around and talked for a while. Sharon started to relax, and she fit in with the rest of us like a hand in a glove. "Sharon," I said. "Would it bother you to tell Mom about your father? Don't feel like you have to if you don't want to. I just think she will understand, and I'd like for her to know if you ever need help." "No, Mike. You're right, your mom is really cool." Sharon went on to tell how her father was abusing her and getting away with it. "He will ground me for a week or send me to bed without supper or make me stand in a corner for hours or any number of other things. He makes up reasons to punish me. If I say, 'Yes Dad' He'll say I used a snotty tone of voice, or he'll say I was late getting home when I was half an hour early." "Does he hit you?" "No, but one day he had me standing in a corner. I guess I'd been there about four hours when I passed out. I hit my head on a table when I fell, so he grounded me for a week for breaking the table. He used to hit Mom a lot though, and he threatens me." No one said anything for a few minutes so Sharon went on. "Lately he's started talking about what big tits, his word, I have and how he'd like to chew on them. He asked me if my... my... gets all wet and if I rub myself." "Sharon, Honey, I think you need to get out of there," Bonnie told her. "From what you're telling me. it's just a matter of time before he really hurts you. Do you have any relatives you could go to?" "Mom had a sister somewhere, but I don't even know her married name. Dad has a brother, but he's probably worse than Dad. I really don't have anywhere to go." "You do now, Sweety," Bonnie said. "I'm going to call my lawyer tomorrow and see if there's any way I can get custody of you. Would you agree to stay with us if we can arrange it?" "Oh God yes! Would you really let me stay here, Mrs. Green?" "The name is Bonnie. That's B-o-n-n-i-e. Yes. We'd really do that. We're a democracy here. Mike and Beth have a say in everything too. I know they agree or they wouldn't have brought you here." "Thank you. All of you. I don't know what to say. I'm overwhelmed." "You don't have to say anything, Sweety. Would you like to stay here tonight?" "No, that's okay, Bonnie. Dad is out of town until next Monday. I'll be safe there until then." "Okay. I'll make some calls and see what we can do to help." "I'm going to take Sharon home, Mom. Is there anything you need while I'm out?" Sharon told Bonnie and Beth goodbye and we went out to the Suburban. I was just opening her door for her when I heard, Beth said. Sharon scooted over close to me when I got in, so once I was out of our driveway, I put my arm around her. She snuggled in like she had always been there and we drove in silence for a while. Sharon lived clear on the other side of the school district from us, so it was almost ten miles to her house. She pointed her house out to me and I pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. The house was dark. "Do you need for me to go in with you, Sharon?" I asked. My arm was still around her and she was still snuggled in. She looked up at me and said, "No, Mike. I'll be fine." I leaned down and kissed her softly. It was a gentle, loving kiss that probably went on too long to be just friendly. When I broke away Sharon said, "Thank you, Mike. For everything." "No. thank you, Sweetheart. I'd better get out of here. I don't want you to think I'm trying to take advantage of you." "I could never think that, Mike. Will you eat lunch with me again tomorrow?" "It would be my distinct pleasure, but I'm not going to be at school tomorrow. I'm going to be helping Mom pick out a car for Beth. I'd love to have lunch with you on Wednesday though," I said, then gave her another gentle kiss. "Wednesday will be fine, Mike. I'll see you then." I got out and went around to open her door. When she got out, she hugged me fiercely, then ran to her door. I stood there until she had it open and had gone inside. ------- When I got home, Beth and Bonnie teased the crap out of me about my new girlfriend. I knew it was all in fun, but I finally started to become depressed. Bonnie told me. Beth put in. ------- Chapter 6 Tuesday, October 5, 1976 Bonnie and I were at the Volkswagen dealership when they opened. We went in and a salesman was immediately on us. He started what had to be a canned sales pitch, but Bonnie cut him off. "Mr. Carruthers, we are going to buy a Volkswagen bug today. The only question I have is, what colors do you have on your lot that we can have by Friday?" "Ma'am, we have several. We have a light blue, a dark blue, and a dark green for sure. I'll check what else we have." "There's no need for that. If you have the dark green, we'll take it." "But there are options you should consider. Let's see... there's..." Bonnie cut him off again. "We'll take whatever is on the dark green one." "But..." "No buts. If you don't want to sell it to us, I'm sure one of the other salesmen here would be happy to do so." Shopping for a Volkswagen with Bonnie was a gas. She steamrollered the guy. She even got him down an additional $500.00 less than what he said was their best price. She told the guy we'd pick the car up on Friday morning, and she was sure he'd make sure it was in perfect condition. After we left the dealership, we went shopping for party supplies. We had a ball, and got some nice gag gifts, and some party favors suitable for a five year old. Practice was boring. Sharon wasn't there. ------- Wednesday, October 6, 1976 I was waiting inside the cafeteria door at lunch on Wednesday when Sharon walked in. She turned on her million watt smile, and I almost melted. She grabbed my hand and we went through the line talking as if we hadn't seen each other in a year. This time, Sharon slid in beside me instead of sitting across from me. We talked and held hands and tried to eat the institutional food. She told me she knew exactly what she wanted to get Beth for her birthday. "You don't have to get her anything, you know." "Yes, I know, Silly. I want to though. I just have to figure out a way to get to the mall before Friday." "If you want, I'll take you after practice." Sharon grabbed my arm and hugged it to her breast. God, it was nice. I was glad I was sitting down, otherwise I would have embarrassed myself. "Sharon, we need to talk about something," I told her. "Okay, Mike." "I don't know how to say this without scaring you, but I have to say it. We've only been talking for a couple of days now, but I think... no, I know I'm falling in love with you." Sharon was silent for over a minute. Finally, she said, "Mike, I've liked you for years. At least I thought I did. Something happened to you this summer that changed you. Since then I've realized I don't just like you. I love you too." "This may get us in trouble, but I just have to kiss you," I said. She smiled and we leaned together. The kiss was much like the one we shared the other night. This time, though, we had an audience. We must have held it a little too long because someone started applauding. By the time it registered with us that it was us they were applauding, almost the entire lunchroom had gotten into the act. We were both blushing when we broke apart, and Sharon hid her face against my shoulder. We managed to get out of there with no teacher realizing there had been a public display of affection going on under their noses. Evidently we were the talk of the students though because Beth harassed me while she was at lunch. Sharon was waiting for me after practice. "Are we still on for the mall?" she asked. "Yeah, we'll have to drop Beth off at home first. Would you like to go with me to get something to eat before the mall?" "That would be nice. Do you want to get a burger again?" "No, I was thinking of something a little nicer. Do you like Chinese food?" "I love it." "Okay, I know just where to go." Beth came out and she gave us a big grin before we all climbed into the Suburban. "So, what's this I hear about you guys playing kissy, kissy in the lunch room?" "Oh for goodness sake, Beth. It was just one kiss," Sharon said. "Yeah, but I hear it went on for twenty minutes." "Oh for God's sake," Sharon said with mock severity, then she giggled. "It couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen minutes." "So, are you two a couple now?" Sharon looked over at me, and I could see a touch of fear in her eyes. "Yes, nosey sister. We are a couple. That is, if Sharon will have me as her boyfriend." "In that case, Beth. Yes, we are a couple." "Good!" Beth said. When we pulled into the driveway, Beth asked if we were coming in and I told her Sharon and I had some things we had to do. "Well, you two be careful. If you'll kiss for twenty minutes in front of a crowd, it's hard to tell what you might do if you're alone." "Sis, the tickle monster is lurking. You can expect a visit in your near future." I put the Suburban in gear and left her laughing her beautiful ass off in the driveway. ------- Sharon and I had a wonderful dinner at the China Garden. We talked and flirted. Sharon taught me how to use chop sticks. I was beginning to feel like I had a girlfriend. When we got to the mall, Sharon dragged me to a jewelry store. "There's this ankle bracelet Beth was showing me the last time we were in here. It's really neat." The bracelet was nice, but it was almost a hundred dollars. Sharon was devastated. "I had no idea it was so much. I can only afford about $20.00." "That's okay, Sweetheart. I'll pay the difference." "I can't let you do that, Mike. I'll just get her something else." "No way, Sharon, My Love. This is what she wants, so this is what she gets." She finally agreed if I would let her put my name on it too. While they were wrapping and boxing it, I saw something that really caught my eye. It was a necklace that had four interconnected gold hearts. In the center of each heart was a heart shaped ruby. I called Sharon over and asked her if she thought Beth would like it. "Like it! It's fantastic. Did you see the price tag though?" "Yeah, almost a thousand. It'd be worth it. I think I'm going to get it." "Mike! You're a junior in high school. How can you afford something like that?" "Ut Oh. Sharon, I hoped this wouldn't come up until we'd been together for a while. I don't want it to affect how you think or feel about me... I have money... A lot of money. Mom trusted my judgement enough that she allowed me to invest the money that was set aside for mine and Beth's college." "But, Mike. You don't want to spend that money." "I know, Sharon I've already replaced it all. Our broker tells me we're worth over two million dollars now. I expect that to be over ten million within the next five years." "Oh God, Mike. I had no idea. You have to believe that. I don't want your money. It's you I fell in love with." I took he shoulders and looked her straight in the eye. "I know that, Sharon. It's you I fell in love with as well. I didn't even want to, but it happened anyway." I pulled her to me and kissed her. This time there was passion in the kiss. We'd probably still be kissing, but the jeweler cleared his throat to get our attention. "I'd like this necklace as well," I told him. "If you could box and wrap it as well, I'd appreciate it." I didn't wait for an answer, but turned back to Sharon and kissed her again. ------- Thursday, October 7, 1976 Thursday was a dreary day. It rained. I mean it rained in buckets. The only thing that made it worthwhile at all was lunch with Sharon. Beth and Bonnie gave me an even rougher time that night. Finally, I had had enough. I grabbed Bonnie by the legs as she sat on the sofa. I pulled her knees apart, and lowered my mouth to her delicious pussy. God I love the taste of her pussy. She tried to keep up her constant tease, but she didn't last thirty seconds before her words were replaced by moans. After she had screamed through her fourth orgasm, I turned to Beth. She pretended to fight, but her pussy was so wet from watching Bonnie, it was a token resistance at best. I entered her, and we were both in heaven. ------- Friday, October 8, 1976 I had just gotten out of home room on Friday morning when I heard, I started running toward the East stairway. Someone shouted, "No running in the halls!", but I ignored them. I took the stairs two at a time and ran to the second door on my right. I burst into a class, already in session and looked around. I saw her in the first row, center seat, and ran to her. She looked up at me when she heard me coming. She was a mess. She had one black eye and a split lip. There was a cut above her right eye that was probably made by a blow. I fell to my knees beside her, completely ignoring her teacher, and asked, "What happened, Honey?" "I'm okay, Mike. Really I am. Go to class and I'll talk to you at lunch." "No way, Love. Get your books. We're getting out of here." She didn't say a word, but tears were running from her eyes as she started getting up. About that time, her teacher grabbed my shoulder. "You can't come in here disrupting my class, young man. You're coming to the principal's office with me." "I certainly am," I said, getting to my feet. "We're going to talk to him about how you totally ignored an obvious victim of child abuse sitting in your classroom. Then we're going to talk about how you assaulted me by grabbing my shoulder. When we're finished, I'll have my attorney file a suite against you and this school that will set a new record for damages. I'm ready. Let's go talk." The man actually crumpled. I'd never seen anyone do that before. He fell into the chair Sharon had just vacated. "I am very sorry, young man. I truly hadn't noticed miss Mayhew's condition. Is there anything I can do?" "Yes, you can give us a hall pass so we can get to the counselor's office. We'll call the police from there. You might also call Mr. Andrews' office and ask him to meet us there." I didn't even wait for an answer, but took Sharon's hand and we started out. He caught up with us by the time we reached the door and handed us each a pass. "Was it your father?" I asked. Sharon nodded. I burst through Ms. Richardson's door without knocking. She looked startled, the she looked at Sharon. "My God! What happened?" "Her father used her for a punching bag last night. Could you call the police for us please?" She was picking up the phone before the words were out of my mouth. I looked at Sharon again and gave her a hopeful smile. "It's going to be okay, Honey. What set him off?" "He came home early from his trip. He said the house was a mess and that I was grounded for a month. Mike, I think he'd been drinking. I knew not to argue with him so I just went up to my room. It was around 10:00 PM when I came back down stairs for a glass of milk. He saw me and started yelling at me. He said he'd told me to stay in my room and I had directly disobeyed him. I tried to explain to him he had just grounded me and hadn't told me to stay in my room, and he hit me. I started to cry, and he hit me again. when I fell down he started kicking me. I thought he was going to kill me." By now Sharon was sobbing uncontrollably. I held her until she calmed down, then she went on. "I don't know how long he kept on kicking me, but finally he stopped. Then he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to my room." Beth burst through the door before she could say anything else. By this time I was so angry I was shaking. "Mike, don't do it please. I don't want to lose you," Sharon wailed. It took me a minute to figure out what Beth was talking about, but when I did, I was gobsmacked. Sharon nodded her head. Sharon smiled and nodded. Bonnie chimed in. I asked. "Ms. Richards, did you get hold of the police?" I asked. "They're on their way, Michael. I also called Dr. Franks and Dr. Nichols, our school physician. They're both on their way as well." "Thank you. Ms. Richards. Mom is on her way here too. She'll be here any second." "Why is your mother coming?" She asked as Bonnie came through the door. "I'm here because I'm Sharon's godmother. Her mother asked me to take care of Sharon if anything ever happened to her. I have a paper at home to prove it if I need it." I asked. I was holding on to Sharon's hand when two rather large policemen entered the office. It was becoming rather crowded by now, and they were more than a little intimidating. They asked what the problem was, and Bonnie told them that her goddaughter's father had beaten her. "It's the first time he has beaten her, but he's been abusing her for some time, officer. We need to get something done about him, and we need to get Sharon moved in with us so she'll be safe." "Ma'am, I'm going to need a statement from the young lady, then we'll call CPS (Child Protective Services). They'll be the ones who decide about living arrangements." Sharon gave them as detailed an account of what her father had done to her as she could remember. Some things blurred a little in her memory, and she honestly told them so. By the time she'd finished her narrative, Ms. Richards told us that the doctor had arrived. "Officer, Dr. Nichols is here and he needs to examine Sharon. With your permission, I'm going to take her to the nurse's office for the examination." "That's fine. Bring her back as soon as possible. In the mean time, we'll talk with some of the rest of you." "Come on, Sharon," Ms. Richards said. "Dr. Nichols is a very nice man and I'm sure he'll be able to give you something for the pain." I helped Sharon to her feet, and when she started for the door, I went with her. "You'll have to stay here, Michael," Ms. Richards said. Before I could open my mouth, Sharon grasped my hand hard enough to cut off circulation. "Ms. Richards, If Mike can't go with me then I'm not going." "Sharon, you told us that your father kicked you. The doctor is going to have to examine your body, and probably take pictures for evidence. Mike can't be there for that." "If he isn't then I won't be either," Sharon told her coldly. Ms. Richards looked frustrated. Finally she said, "Okay, we'll let the doctor sort this out. Come on." Sharon and I followed her to the nurse's office. Sharon basically went through the same argument with the doctor and his nurse. It went on for some time and I stayed out of it completely. Finally, the doctor decided Sharon wasn't going to budge so he reluctantly agreed to my presence as long as the nurse was present at all times. The nurse took us into an examining room and told Sharon she would need to get undressed and get into a paper gown she handed her. I started to turn my back to her when Sharon said, "Mike, would you help me with my blouse, please? I'm really sore." I started unbuttoning her blouse when Sharon said mentally, I must have said the right thing because her million watt smile turned on. I unbuttoned her blouse and helped her slip it off her shoulders. "Undo my bra please." The nurse looked shocked, but didn't say anything. I looked at Sharon's upper body before I did the bra. She had am impressive array of bruises, some small and others as big as my hand. I unhooked her bra and the two most beautiful breasts I have ever seen spilled out. They had to be a "D" cup and were firm with very little sag. I told her. Again I was treated to that wonderful smile. "My shorts and panties please." I didn't even hesitate to see what the nurse thought. I grasped the waistband of her shorts and pulled them off, along with her panties. I stepped back and looked her over. There were several large bruises on her lower abdomen and on her hips, some of them overlapped. "You need to put on the gown, Miss," the nurse told her. I picked it up and shook it out. I had it figured out in a few seconds and held it so Sharon could slip her arms into the sleeves. I snapped it behind her neck and the nurse told her to lie down on her back. Sharon grabbed my hand as the nurse called the doctor in. He made Sharon go through the story of how everything had happened again as he started feeling of her head and looking at her face and neck. He used a little light to check her pupils, then a device to look into her ears. The doctor started to ask me to leave again, but Sharon cut him off short. After he had thoroughly examined the front of her body, the doctor asked Sharon to turn over so he could look at her back. When she was settled I said mentally, Sharon giggled and the doctor looked at her like she was crazy. When he had finished his exam he said, "Miss Mayhew, you are a very lucky girl. You have a lot of bruising, but you do not have a concussion. You have a couple of ribs that may be cracked, or they could just be badly bruised. We could send you to the hospital for x-rays, but the treatment would be the same either way. From the position of the bruises it doesn't look like any internal organs were damaged. If you or your guardian feel you should, you can go to the hospital for x-rays to give us a better idea about your organs, but unless you start feeling bad, I don't think it will be necessary." "Thank you doctor. Is there anything you can do for my chest? It hurts pretty bad." "We'll tape you up before we go. It will help by supporting you. It will also help with the pain. I'll also give you a prescription for some pain medication." While they were taping her ribs, Sharon sat there with those magnificent boobs pointing right at me. I couldn't help but look, and she noticed the direction of my stare. I could see her glancing down at my crotch, and I knew she could tell I was as hard as a rock. When we got back to Ms. Richards' office, the police were just wrapping up. They asked Sharon a couple of more questions, then told Bonnie that CPS would be in touch with us. I told Ms. Richards we were leaving for the day, and we went home. When we were all seated in the living room with soft drinks Sharon asked, "Okay, so is someone going to tell me why I can hear all of your thoughts?" she told me, squeezing my hand. So, we did. We didn't mention our lovemaking, but Sharon is a very intelligent young woman. It didn't seem to bother her that I had changed bodies. she asked calmly. Bonnie laughed and Beth giggled. Bonnie asked. Bonnie asked. said Bonnie. Sharon put her arms around me and hugged me fiercely. I put my arms around her and held her gently. I didn't want to hurt her ribs. Bonnie asked her. Sharon looked into my eyes and said, We went through the procedure with Sharon. Her blood vessel was larger than any of ours had been originally so we didn't have to increase its size as much. When she had healed her ribs and had taken away her pain from the bruises, she breathed a sigh of relief. Bonnie said. We were soon on our way to the mall. I told them Bonnie and I had one stop to make in the mall, and they were not to follow us. I took Bonnie to the jeweler where I bought the necklace and asked the jeweler if he could add a gold initial that would hang from the bottom of each heart. He showed me a couple of samples and I chose some that were about a quarter of an inch high. I told him to put the letters "M_B_B_S" in that order on the hearts. He said he could have it done in an hour so we told him we'd pick it up between 3:30 and 4:00. I went ahead and paid for the additions, so all I would have to do was grab it and go. Bonnie called the caterer and was assured they'd be at the house by 3:00 and we went by the dealership and picked up the Volkswagen. Bonnie said she was going to run home and start decorating. She took the VW and said she'd park it one street over so Beth wouldn't see it. I went back to the Mall and stopped in the jewelry store first. I then went looking for the girls. I found them in The Gap, buying jeans. Beth told me as she shoved packages into my hand. "God! Why do I miss out on all the good stuff?" I kidded. "Oh, you didn't miss out completely," Sharon said as she smiled back over her shoulder at me. "If you're a good boy, we'll put on a fashion show for you tonight." Her and Beth were both walking with an exaggerated sway of their hips. I was barely managing to walk at all due to the pole that was stuffed inside my pants. It was only about 3:15 so I asked the girls if they'd like to stop in the food court and get a coke. Both agreed, but Beth wanted to get a burger or something as well. I told her we were grilling steaks later and talked her out of it. Sharon and I were holding hands under the table and Beth kept looking over at us and smiling. We sat there about 45 minutes, and I told them it was time to get a move on. The girls walked on either side of me on the way to the car. My hands were too full of packages to hold hands, but both of them held on to my arms. When we pulled into the driveway, everything was quiet. Sharon said we should try to surprise Bonnie again, so we opened the door with a key and slipped inside. We had just gotten into the family room when Bonnie and four of Beth's friends jumped up and yelled, "Surprise!" Beth was floored. "I thought with all of the excitement over Sharon you'd forgotten about my birthday," she told Bonnie. "We would never forget your birthday, Sweety," said Bonnie. I waited until she was mixing with her friends then slipped out and retrieved the VW. I stuck a large, red bow that had to be at least three feet across on the top of it and left it setting in the driveway. The caterer had set up a buffet in the dining room, so Bonnie told everyone to help themselves. Sharon and I fixed our plates then went into the living room to eat. We were snuggled up in Dad's old recliner feeding each other when the rest of the group started to filter in. One of the girls, I found out later her name is Alice said, "Woo, woo. Look at the love birds." All I could do was smile, but Sharon answered. "You have no idea." She then leaned over and kissed me. I'll swear it took me ten minutes to uncurl my toes. Sharon took our plates and set them on the table next to the chair. She gave me a big smile then gently touched her lips to mine. She repeated this half a dozen times, then we seemed to melt together. I have no idea how long we held the kiss, but I was finally brought back to reality by the applause from all of the partygoers. We smiled at each other, then Beth said in a loud voice, "I thought we were going to have to get a bucket of cold water to break them up." Sharon and I just smiled. She reached over and picked up one of the plates. She started feeding both of us from the same plate with the same fork. "Oooohhh, that is disgusting," one of the girls said. "No, that is wonderful," Sharon smiled. Soon it was time to cut the huge cake the caterers had supplied to Bonnie's specifications. I lit the candles, then everyone sang, "Happy Birthday". Beth blew out her candles and made a wish. Some of her friends brought presents, and she opened them first. Beth nearly blew a gasket when she opened Sharon's present. "Sharon, you remembered." She gave Sharon a big hug then told everyone she had seen this ankle bracelet over six months ago and had pointed it out to Sharon. Next, I handed her the present I had bought. Her eyes got big when she opened it, then she held it up. There was a collective gasp from all of the girls. "Do you know what the letters stand for?" I asked her softly. It finally sank in, and she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me nearly as well as Sharon had. It would have continued and maybe even surpassed Sharon's if one of the girls hadn't yelled, "Eeewww. He's your brother." Beth broke the kiss and looked around at her. "He's also a sexy hunk of man," she said. She gave me one more quick peck then backed away. "What do the letters stand for?" Alice asked. "It's the name of a corporation we're forming," I said. Sharon asked me. Tears were leaking from Sharon's eyes as she pulled me close and showed me how much it meant to her to be included. "There's one more present," Bonnie told her. "For this one I want you to put on this blindfold." Beth put it on, and we spun her around several times. She was dizzy as Bonnie helped her to the front door, which Sharon was holding open for her. "You can take off the blindfold now," Bonnie told her. I know she startled the neighbors, three blocks over, when she saw the green VW with the big red bow. She ran to the car, then back to the door and hugged us. Then it was back to the car, then back to the door then back to the car then around the car. She tried to open the door to get in, but it was locked. She looked back at us and I held up the key. She ran to me and grabbed the keys. She turned toward the car, then turned to me and kissed me soundly. She ran back to the car and opened the driver's door and got in. She started the car then looked up at us. Bonnie held up one finger then walked over to the car. "Beth, you only have a learner's permit. I have to be with you when you want to drive." "I know Mom. Thank you. This is so cool." "If you'd like, we can take your guests for a short ride, two at a time." "That'd be great, Mom. Would you ask Alice and Freddy to come with us first?" "Freddy, Alice, front and center!" When they got over to her Bonnie asked, "Would the two of you like to take your lives in your hands and go for a short ride with us?" They both clambered into the back seat, and Bonnie climbed gracefully into the front. They were back within about ten minutes and the other two took their turns. When everyone was back in the house, Beth asked, "Mom, when can I get my driver's license?" "How about Monday morning?" Bonnie replied. Beth was ecstatic. It wasn't long before the four outsiders took off. The rest of us went into the living room. None of us was in the mood for TV, so we just sat and talked. Bonnie excused herself and said she had to go to the bathroom. She was gone for some time, and when she returned she had her head wrapped in a towel. It was obvious she had just gotten out of the shower, as the rest of her body was nude. "Hey, we're all family now, right?" she asked. We all assured her we were. I leaned over and whispered into Sharon's ear. "Would you like to take a shower with me? We could come back dressed the way Bonnie is." Sharon looked a little startled but then she smiled and nodded. I took her hand and we got up. "We're going to have a shower too. We'll be right back." Bonnie smiled and Beth giggled. "Don't use up all the hot water, you two. I need to take a shower too." Sharon looked back over her shoulder and said, "You can join us if you'd like." I don't know if Sharon expected Beth to take her up on the offer or not, but Beth was on her feet and actually beat us to the bathroom in Bonnie's room. It was the largest with two shower heads. When Sharon and I turned in to Bonnie's bedroom, Beth was down to her panties. She gave us a big shit eating grin, them slipped them off with a bump and a grind. "That girl has no modesty at all," Sharon laughed. "Not when she's with family anyway. May I undress you my love?" "Only if I get to return the favor," Sharon answered." "You know, you're not showing a lot of modesty yourself," I teased as I slid her panties down over the lovely hips. "Not when I'm with family," Sharon retorted as she started unbuttoning my shirt. When we were both naked, I hadn't heard the water start in the bathroom so I called, "Beth, could you come here a minute please? I need your help." Beth came back into the room, looked at us and did a double take on Sharon's breasts. She looked into my eyes and said, "Wow!" Sharon blushed and I laughed. "Ain't it just?" I asked. I put my arm around Sharon and said, "Beth, my love, this thing of beauty standing beside me seems to be half covered by all the tape she has wrapped around her. She doesn't need it any more, so I was wondering if you could help me get it off." Beth walked around us and playfully told me to move my arm so she could get a good look. "You just want a good look at her boobies," I teased. "Honey, things that big ain't boobies. Them's tits!" Sharon was blushing again so I put my arm back around her and kissed her cheek. "Sweetheart, I'm afraid you're just going to have to get used to us. All three of us are terrible teases," I told her. "I know. It's just that people are always staring at them. Guys never talk to my face, they always talk to my tits. In the shower at school, most of the girls stare because they hate me because of them and the rest stare because they want to jump my bones because of them." "Sharon, you know I love the way you look, but that isn't what attracted me to you in the first place. You have a lovely mind and an interesting personality. That is what I fell in love with." "Yeah, and it's her mind that's giving you that monstrous boner sticking out there," Beth teased. Sharon looked down and both girls started giggling. When they had calmed down enough, Beth said, "Seriously I have no idea where to start on the bandages. Why don't we see if Mom has any ideas?" "Sure, bring Bonnie up to have a look at me too. In fact, I think there're some kids in the fifth grade who haven't been in to evaluate the situation, so you should invite them in too. I think I saw a bum down on Jefferson Street a while ago. You might want to look him up." This set us all off, and it was a while before I could call to Bonnie. When Bonnie came in, her reaction was much the same as Beth's. She took one look and said, "Wow!" Sharon rolled her eyes so I told her, "Like mother, like daughter." This brought on another round of giggles. Bonnie had a pair of bandage scissors in her hand, and she quickly and efficiently removed the tape. "Before you guys get in the shower, there's some alcohol in the medicine cabinet. Get a wash cloth and soak it in the alcohol, and get all of that tape residue off her skin. We'll rub some lotion into it later." "Okay, and thanks, Bonnie. Beth and I were at a loss as to where to start." "You and Beth were too busy staring at her lovely body to think," Bonnie teased. "You're probably right," I admitted. "That's quite an array of bruises you have there, Sharon. If everything goes well in the morning, and your father signs all of the papers, we'll get rid of them for you tomorrow afternoon." "Thanks Bonnie. I'd like that." Beth, Sharon and I went into the bathroom. Beth got the alcohol while I found us a couple of washcloths. We soaked the washcloths in alcohol and I handed one to Beth. "I'll do her front, and you do her back," Beth said. "No way little sis. I'll do her front, and you do her back." "She's my sister. I'll do her front, and you do her back." "She's my girlfriend. I'll do her front, and you do her back." "She's my sister-wife. I'll do her front, and you do her back." "She's my girlfriend-wife. I'll do her front, and you do her back." "If you two don't shut up, I'll do my own front," Sharon broke in. "Since Mike is my boyfriend-husband and he hasn't even gotten to touch my tits as yet, he gets to do my front." "That is so unfair," Beth said as Sharon giggled. "Oh. well, there are some interesting handholds in the back too. I just know I'm going to have to hold on so I do a good job." We were all laughing until the tears were running out of our eyes. "Just shut up and get it done," Sharon finally managed to say. "If either one of you get any alcohol where it shouldn't be, I'm going to kick ass and take names." Of course this set us off again. When I had all of the tape residue off her front, I put down the cloth and looked Sharon directly in the eyes. I had avoided her breasts as I cleaned her, so now I put both of my hands on her hips and gently moved them up her body. She was smiling as I reached her breasts. I cupped them gently and weighed them in my hands. I was truly awed. These were the most lovely breasts I had seen in two lifetimes. I started gently rolling her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Sharon started to moan, which really got Beth's attention. "Hey, you two, we need to get in the shower. Knock it off." "Your sister's playing with my ass, you know," Sharon told me. "She's a pervert," I said with a grin. "She always did have good taste though. Come to think of it, she tastes pretty good too." We all laughed, then got into the shower. Have you ever taken a shower with two teenage girls? It's something I would highly recommend. It was one of the best experiences of either lifetime. I was probably the cleanest I had ever been in either lifetime as well. The three of us walked back into the livingroom together. Bonnie looked up at us from the book she was reading and smiled. "Did you get all of the tape residue off?" she asked. We all started laughing, then Sharon said, "Bonnie, those two started arguing over who got to do my front side and I thought I was going to have to do it myself." Bonnie got a kick out of that. "Guys," she said. "I've got four or five pages left in this chapter. I'd like to finish it, then why don't we make some hot chocolate and some popcorn. There are a few things we need to talk about and now might be a good time to do that." "Sounds good, Bonnie," I told her. Beth, Sharon and I snuggled in together on the couch. Bonnie looked back down at her book and almost immediately turned the page. Probably ten seconds later she turned the page again. Then did so again. She marked her page and closed the book. "Decide not to read it now?" I asked. "No, I read it." "Do you realize how fast you read it?" "I wasn't really paying any attention." "Bonnie, I think you're reading faster than I am." "Impossible. The last time we checked you, you were reading at over four thousand words a minute." "Bonnie, you just read five pages in that book in just over twenty seconds. Count the number of words you read during that time and multiply it by three." Bonnie picked up her book and counted the number of words on one page. She multiplied that by five for the number of pages, then by three to make a full minute. She sat there with her mouth hanging open. "Uhh... A little over six thousand words a minute. What's happening to us Mike?" "Bonnie, my love, I think it's that increased blood flow to that part of the brain. It's nothing to be frightened of. I'm kind of enjoying the additional IQ points and I'm certainly happy to be able to read faster." "Beth, have you been noticing any changes?" Bonnie asked. "Mom, I've been so excited over everything that's going on, I wouldn't have noticed if I had grown a tail and a silver colored mane." "I'd have noticed," I said. "Of course you would, you pervert." We all got a good laugh then I said, "Bonnie, would you call our broker Monday morning and ask him to start slowly buying silver? Beth's silver mane just reminded me of something. In 1979, the Hunt brothers are going to try to corner the silver market. In just a few months time the price of silver is going to go from around $3.00 an ounce to somewhere around $53.00 or $54.00 an ounce. Some people are going to make a lot of money and some people are going to lose everything they have. I'd like to have several million dollars worth of silver on January 1, 1979. I'd say to tell him to buy a little at a time so as not to drive the cost up and to not pay more than $5.00 an ounce." "My God! Do you realize how much we could make on that? If we had a million dollars worth at $3.00 and sold it for say $50.00, that would be over fifteen point six million, or a profit of fourteen point six million." "Exactly, my sweet mother-lover-wife-partner. If we had three million invested, we'd clear forty-seven million. One thing is for sure, though, we want to be rid of all of the silver by January 1, 1980. Silver prices start to go down right after that." "God, taxes would kill us." Sharon was sitting there in shock, Finally, she said, "You guys talk about buying millions of dollars of silver like I talk about buying a new shirt. I'm at a total loss." "I'll talk to you about our investments any time you're ready to tackle them," Bonnie told her. "It's really not that complicated. We've made a lot of money over the last few months, mostly from Mike's memories from his previous life. There's really no limit as to how much we can make over the next twenty-five years." "Bonnie, I've been thinking. Taxes on corporate income are much less than personal income taxes. Why don't we set up a corporation to handle everything. We could pull out what we need and pay income taxes on that, but for the most part, we'd leave it in the corporation and pay long term capital gains." "Great minds think alike, Mike. I've been thinking along those lines for a week or two. Actually everything we own could be owned by the corporation. That way we're protected and we don't have to declare anything as personal property or personal income, other than the money we spend on things like food, clothing and entertainment." "I have a great name for the corporation," Beth chimed in. "MBBS Enterprises." "That works for me," I said. "That's what I told one of the girls this afternoon the initials on your necklace were for." "There is one problem here, guys," Sharon said. "You guys have money to put into this corporation. I'm broke. I don't have a dime." "Yes you do," Bonnie smiled. "When you became a member of this family, one fourth of everything we have became yours. No arguments. That's the way it works. If we ever add anyone else to the family, or if any of us had kids, they will become equal partners too. We will all do what we can for the group to pay for our share." "Yeah, considering house and cars and everything else, you're worth about a half a million right now," Beth told her. "You... you... you'd... g-give me h-half a m-million dollars?" "No, Honey, it's family money. If there's something you really want to do, talk it over with the rest of us. Unless we violently disagree, then you can do it. If it costs $5.00, or two million, it's still family money." "You're serious aren't you?" "Absolutely!" "Absolutely!" "Absolutely!" Beth, Sharon, and I were snuggled up on the couch. One on each side of me. We'd been there a while, saying nothing, when Bonnie got up and came over. Bonnie lowered herself on my lap, and now I was fully encased in female flesh. Bonnie kissed me lightly and said she was going to bed. I nodded and said I thought we all should so we could be at Sharon's old house before her father got away the next morning. "What time does your father get up on Saturdays?" Bonnie asked Sharon. "It depends on if he's been drinking or not. Around 9:00 AM if he's sober. Probably around noon if he's not." "Okay, we want to catch him off balance, so we're going to be there at 8:00 AM. Do you kids think you can handle that? It'll mean getting up by seven." We all assured we could. We got up and headed upstairs. Bonnie asked where we were all sleeping. I looked over at Sharon and I could see she was a little apprehensive. "Bonnie, I think we'll all sleep with you if you don't mind. I'd just like to snuggle with my three beautiful women tonight if no one has any objections." Sharon squeezed my hand and smiled. We all got into Bonnie's bed and spooned together. I put both arms around Sharon from behind, and held a breast in each hand. Bonnie was snuggled to my back, and Beth was spooned to hers. We all fell asleep fairly quickly. ------- Chapter 7 Saturday, October 9, 1976 God! What a way to wake up! I was still spooned to Sharon's back. One of my hands was still cupping one of her breasts, but the other had fallen off during the night. Sharon must have been awake for a while. She was slowly grinding her butt against my morning erection. She must have felt me wake up as she turned her head slightly and whispered, "Good morning." I answered mentally. I told her. Sharon rolled over so she was facing me, then gave me one of the toe curling kisses. Sharon took my hand and pulled it down to her pussy. She took two of my fingers and rubbed them up and down her slit. She was literally flooding. Who was I to argue. I rolled onto my back, gently moving away from Bonnie as far as I could. I saw Bonnie's eyes flutter as Sharon moved to mount me. Sharon moved her very wet slit back and forth along my cock for a while, then raised up and tried to get me inside. The head of my cock slid forward and bumped against her clit. She gasped then raised up to try again. I felt Bonnie's hand grasp the base of my cock and bring it straight up. When Sharon saw Bonnie's hand her mouth fell open, then she smiled and nodded at Bonnie. Bonnie gave her a big smile in return. Sharon started lowering herself and this time the head of my cock popped inside. She stopped for a few seconds while she adjusted, then started lowering herself again. Bonnie told her. Sharon nodded and said, She had about another inch in her when I felt myself bumping up against her hymen. She stopped and held there. Sharon didn't say anything. She raised herself about an inch, then dropped. She let out a gasp as I tore through her maiden barrier, but kept going another couple of inches before she stopped. She was breathing hard as she looked at Bonnie and I and smiled. I was stroking her butt with my right hand and I put my left arm around Bonnie. She snuggled her head on my chest, then started stroking Sharon's thigh. Before long, Sharon started moving again. Soon I was completely impaled. She rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit through my pubic hair. Bonnie coached. Sharon raised about an inch then slowly lowered herself again. When she hit bottom she moved forward, then raised herself again. Sharon said as she lowered herself again. Sharon started moving faster on each stroke. In just a few strokes she was moaning, then a few more and she was making a high pitched keening sound. Four or five strokes after that and she screamed, then collapsed on top of me. Sharon's head ended up just a few inches from Bonnie's. Bonnie watched her until her eyelids started to flutter, then leaned forward and kissed Sharon softly on the lips. Sharon opened her eyes to see who was kissing her, then returned the kiss with passion. Their lips were still locked together when Bonnie said, Sharon started to giggle, which broke them apart. Have you ever had a woman giggle when you're buried balls deep in her pussy? It does marvelous things to your cock. I started to groan, and this caused Sharon to giggle even harder. I thought I was going to shoot off when Sharon must have realized how close I was. Beth let us know. Bonnie got up on her knees and she and Sharon exchanged another soul kiss before they changed places. Sharon held my cock up and Bonnie smiled at her before lowering herself on me. Beth moved over on the other side of me and took one of Bonnie's nipples in her mouth as Bonnie began her cowgirl ride. Sharon gave me a big kiss then smiled and latched on to Bonnie's other nipple. It was a good thing Bonnie was getting a lot of stimulation because I knew I wouldn't last long. It was less than a minute before Bonnie started telling the world of her orgasm. I was soon loudly agreeing with her. ------- We pulled into the Mayhew driveway at about ten after eight. Sharon opened the door with her key and we quietly went into the house. I asked. Sharon moved out and we followed. She came to a closed door and waited. I moved up beside her and quietly opened the door. He was sprawled on his back, snoring. The blanket covered him from the waist down, but he was naked above the waist. We all went into the room, and I mentally told him to stay asleep. Bonnie went over to a closet and pulled out four silk ties. She brought them over to the bed and told us to each tie one to a wrist or a leg. We did so, then tied the other end to the four posts of the bed. When we pulled the blanket off him to get to his ankles we found he was totally nude. I asked Sharon. Beth giggled. The three women laughed loud enough I was happy I'd told Mayhew to stay asleep. I just blushed. I gave Mayhew a command to wake up and as he started to do so, I backhanded him across the face as hard as I could. He was confused and disoriented. "You are going to be very lucky if you get out of this alive cocksucker," I told him. "No one beats up on my girlfriend and lives." "Who... who are you?" "I'm your worst nightmare, cocksucker. I'm the one who's going to cut your puny cock off and feed it to you if you ever come close to Sharon again." "But, she's my daughter. I have to be close to her." "Not any more, she's not you low life son of a bitch. She won't be living with you any longer." "You can't get away with this. I'll sue you for everything you and your parents have, kid." I slapped him again. While I was talking, Bonnie was feeding thoughts and ideas into his head. "Sue me motherfucker? If you don't change you attitude right now you won't be alive to sue anyone." Just for fun, I slapped him one more time. Sharon leaned over and spat in his face. I think it was the first time he realized anyone else was in the room. "When you agree with us that you are a piss poor father and agree for someone else to take over your responsibilities, we'll talk about letting you go. If you keep on playing macho man, I'll kill your sorry ass and Sharon will still be rid of you. It's your decision." "You wouldn't let him kill me, would you baby?" "I'll hold your head up so he can slit your throat you sorry bastard." "Baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. I was drunk and lost control. I'm sorry baby." "You're sorry alright. You've been cruel to me since Mom died. I never want to see you again. If you won't sign over custody of me to Bonnie, I'll be happy to help Mike kill you." "Mr. Mayhew, I'm Bonnie. I've agreed to take over the care of your daughter at no cost to you. Think of the money you'll save by not having to feed and clothe her. You'll also be free of her school expenses, and you'll have a lot more personal freedom. You won't have to worry about being home to take care of her, and if you want to bring a friend home, there will be no one you have to worry about." "But Mom," Beth said, "You said I could cut his cock off. Please!" "No, baby. If he gives up all his rights to Sharon, we'll let him go. It'll be a hassle if we kill him." "Cutting his cock off wouldn't kill him, Mom. Besides we could put his body where we put the other guy." "Yeah, baby, but if you cut his cock off, we'll HAVE to kill him. He's seen our faces." "Awh, gee. You never let me have any fun." "So, Mr. Mayhew, do you go with us to my attorney and sign the papers to give me custody, or do I let my daughter cut your cock off and my son kill you afterwards?" "I'll sign the papers, and good riddance. I never did like the little snot anyway." "Okay, we're going to let you loose to get dressed. My attorney is waiting." As Mayhew was getting dressed, Sharon said, "Bonnie, I really wish you'd have let Beth cut his cock off. It's a tiny little thing, but I'd have liked to put in a jar of formaldehyde and kept it as a souvenir." Beth giggled, "You could have used a baby food jar, Sharon." ------- We had no problems at the attorney's office. The attorney asked Mayhew if he was signing the documents of his own free will. Mayhew looked at me, then at Beth and said that he was. Everything was signed within five minutes. Mayhew didn't even bother to read anything. We went back to the Mayhew residence and Bonnie, Beth, Sharon and I loaded all of her things into the back of the Suburban. It took less than an hour. As we were getting ready to leave, Bonnie handed Mayhew his copy of all of the documents. "Read them carefully," she said. "You will see that you have no visitation rights and that you are to come no closer than 100 feet from her at any time. We can and we will have you arrested if you disobey these papers. That is unless my children get to you first." Mayhew didn't say a word as we left. ------- When we got home and got Sharon's things put away, we sat down and talked about how things had gone. We all got a laugh out of how scared Mayhew had gotten. Bonnie asked. I said. Sharon said. Bonnie laughed. We finally calmed down and I asked if Beth and Sharon would take a reading test for us. asked Beth. Sharon answered. When they had finished the tests, both girls were shocked. Beth was now reading at a rate equal to me, and Sharon wasn't far behind. Sharon told us. Sharon said. Bonnie said. ------- Monday, October 11, 1976 Monday morning saw Beth, Sharon, and I back in school. I was scheduled for another test during first period so I was in the testing room when Beth went in to see Ms. Richards. Beth went into her office and said, "Good morning, Ms. Richards. Could I talk with you for a moment?" "Good morning Elizabeth. I'm not busy right now, so what can I help you with?" "Please call me Beth. Since Mike started testing out of classes I realized just how bored I am with mine. Mike has a very high IQ, but I beat him all of the time on games and game shows on TV. I was wondering if You could have an IQ test set up for me, and if I do well, if I could test out of some of my classes too?" "Well, I was kind of expecting this, Beth. I've had two of your teachers tell me that in the last couple of weeks you've gone from being a low 'A' or high 'B' student to something off the scale. Is there something in the water supply at your house or something?" "No, Ms. Richards. Mom told us that when she reached puberty all of a sudden things seemed to click. She said she went from being a 'B' student to an 'A' student overnight. She said that after about six months of that, she became bored, and just barely managed to graduate, her grades had fallen so badly." "I've seen it happen before where a very bright student becomes bored and their grades go through the floor. Usually that turns around when and if they get into college. Does your mother know what her IQ is?" "No. She said they didn't test for it that often where she went to school. That's one of the reasons she wants me to be tested." "Well, the IQ test won't be a problem. I'll call Dr. Franks this morning and get something set up. Drop by this afternoon and I'll let you know when it will be." "Thank you, Ms. Richards. I'll stop by right after lunch." ------- While Beth was talking with Ms. Richards, Bonnie was meeting with our attorney. She asked him to set up a corporation for us under the name MBBS Enterprises. He told her he'd get the paperwork started and that it shouldn't take but a few days to have it ready. When the attorney asked who the officers of the corporation would be, she gave him all of our names. "These are minors aren't they, Bonnie?" "Physically, yes. Mentally, far from it," she told him. "Unfortunately, physical age is all that counts under the law. They are not allowed to sign contracts, so they cannot be officers of the company." "Is there any way to have them declared legal adults?" "There is a manumission law in California, but it is usually applied when a minor is in a bad home situation and needs to get out. There are some strict rules that apply, and I don't think you really want to get into that. We can set the corporation up so you are the only officer. It would mean you would have to sign any paperwork yourself, but you could have anyone do the actual work that you want. Even minors." "I guess that's the way to go then. I wish Mike were here. I depend on his insight a lot." "How old is Mike?" "He'll be seventeen in a couple of months. He has an IQ of 183 and more wisdom than a fifty year old." "You must be proud of him. You can make him an officer of the company when he turns eighteen. Until then I'm afraid you're stuck." ------- The trig test proved to be just as easy as I thought it would be. I figured on scheduling my Biology test for the following Monday, which would mean I only had to be in class on Tuesdays and Thursdays for the next two weeks, then I'd only be coming in to take tests for the remainder of the semester. Beth took off with Bonnie at lunch to go take her driver's test. She said she'd be back for track practice. I was waiting for Sharon when she came into the cafeteria. I took her hand and we went through the lunch line. We found a small table over in one corner and sat side by side. We had only been there a couple of minutes when a strange looking boy, dressed all in black slipped into the seat across from us. It was Josh Anderson, the guy who had effectively killed Mike Green. "Hi Mike," he said. "How's it hanging? Who's the babe?" "Hello Josh. The 'babe' is my girlfriend. Either show her some respect, or leave." "Hey, I didn't mean nothing man. Just wanted to see how you were doing." "I'm doing fine." "Yeah, Jimmie and Bill and I were wondering why you were avoiding us. Your mama got you on a short leash?" "No one has me on a short leash, Josh. I'm avoiding you because the three of you damned near got me killed. I intend to continue avoiding you, so why don't you just go back to your brain dead friends and leave us alone?" You could see his nostrils flare and his eyes squint with anger. "Listen here motherfucker. What happened with you was an accident. You were in on it as much as any of us. Don't try to go blaming us for what happened." "Yeah, I know I was brain dead at the time myself. Only trouble is, I woke up and figured out just how fucking stupid I'd been. From what I hear, you guys are just as fucking stupid as ever." "Don't call me fucking stupid, asshole. Next time I just might make sure you never wake up!" I could see the anger building in Sharon as this conversation was going on. Finally, she couldn't keep quiet any longer. "Listen, moron. You just threatened Mike in front of a witness. You are even dumber than I thought. Why don't you bring your other dumb assed friends over and have them threaten him too. That way we can fry all of your asses at once." "Shut up bitch or you might get some of the same!" I reached over and grabbed him by the hair before he even knew what was happening. I pulled his head down so his face was buried in his plate of spaghetti. "I'm sorry, Sweety, but no one calls you a bitch and no one threatens you." "It's okay, Mike. He deserves to breathe some spaghetti. Don't you think you should let him up soon though?" Josh was grabbing at my hands and trying to kick me under the table through all of this. "Yeah, I guess so, it just seems a shame to let him up though." I released my grip on his hair and Josh's head popped up. He inhaled some sauce as he gasped for breath and started coughing. When he finally got his breath back he hissed, "I'm gonna kill you for that, motherfucker." Before I could do or say anything else, he was on his feet and moving back from the table. He grabbed a napkin from a girl at the next table and was wiping his face as he practically ran from the cafeteria. "He scares me, Mike. I'm afraid he'll really try to hurt you." "I know Love. I don't think he can though. He is dangerous, so keep an eye out for him." "Let's get out of here, Mike. I don't think I can eat any more." I had to agree. The confrontation had upset me as well. We slipped out the east door of the building, the one all the smokers used. When we were in a fairly secluded spot, I put my arms around Sharon and held her close. She was shivering, so I held her until it stopped. "What did you mean when you said he couldn't hurt you, Mike?" I walked Sharon to her next class before going to study hall. ------- Track practice was grueling. The coach reminded us we had a meet scheduled for Saturday with Hillsdale and that he expected us to work our asses off for the next three days. He said he'd go a little easier on us on Thursday, and that Friday would just be a team meeting. Sharon was waiting for Beth and I when we came out after practice. I hadn't had a chance to ask Beth how she'd done on her driving test, and neither had Sharon. "Did you pass your driving test, Sweety?" I asked. As tired as she was, Beth grinned from ear to ear and started jumping up and down. "I did, I did, I did," she yelled. "Good for you, Sis. When we get home, you get a big kiss for that." "Yeah, it's too bad you can't do this right now," Sharon teased as she grabbed me and gave me a toe curling kiss. "You bitch," Beth giggled. "I'll get you for that." "Girls, girls. I'm gonna tell mommy on you for fighting." "Oh, you're gonna get it for that," Sharon laughed. "Or maybe I should say you're gonna not get it. Maybe we should cut him off, Beth." "It wouldn't do any good. That horny slut of a mother of ours would do him anyway." We were all giggling our asses off as we fell into the Suburban. It's a good thing no one was around to hear our teasing. ------- Sharon and I told Bonnie and Beth about our encounter with Josh. Bonnie was a little concerned. "Do you think he'll try anything?" she asked. "I don't think so, Bonnie, but we'll be ready for him if he does." "I guess I'm becoming a violent person," Beth said. "I'm ready to castrate the bastard for what he did to you the first time. If he comes after you again, I have no idea what I'll do." "What I hope you'll do is act responsibly," Bonnie told her. "If force is required, mental or physical, use the least amount required to defuse the situation. We can't just go around killing people." "Amen." I said. "I don't know if I can do that Bonnie," Sharon said. "If he comes after Mike, I'm afraid I'll lose it." "I know baby, but with power comes responsibility. We have to be able to control ourselves if we expect others to control themselves." "I know Bonnie. It's just that... well... I don't know..." "I do, Sharon. Believe me I do. If a loved one is attacked, us women tend to attack back and think about it later. It's just that with the power you have now, you can kill someone by just telling their heart to stop. We're like adults among two year olds. Yes, we're the same species, but we can kill others without even trying." "Why don't we just share it with everyone then?" I'd been waiting for someone to ask that question, so I spoke up. "There are several reasons, Sweetheart. First, if the government had any idea what we can do, we'd be locked away in a lab somewhere while they figured out how to use us against the rest of the world. Secondly, being able to do what we can do doesn't make you a better person. Think how easy it'd be for a mugger with our abilities. He could stop someone in their tracks and rob them at his leisure. If he wanted, he could stop them permanently. Thirdly, if everyone had a longer life, our already overpopulated planet would run out of resources much quicker. I'm sure you're aware that your sex drive doesn't lessen because of how you are." All three women looked thoughtful for several minutes. Beth was the one to break the silence. "It's actually made me hornier." I laughed and said. "Beth, my love, Mud makes you hornier. Rain makes you hornier. Silence makes you hornier. Noise makes you hornier. Quicksand makes you hornier." Before I could get the last sentence out she was hitting me with a throw pillow. "Dust makes you hornier. Lint makes you hornier." Now, Bonnie had joined in hitting me with another pillow. "Toilets make you hornier. Busses make you hornier." Sharon joined the fray. "Algebra makes you..." "I'm sorry girls, but I have to do something to shut him up," Beth said as she stuffed her right breast into my mouth. I clamped down on her nipple with my lips and began sucking and nibbling contentedly. Beth gave a big sigh and settled down on my lap. "This definitely makes me hornier," She said with a contented smile. ------- Later, actually much later, Bonnie filled us in on the corporation. The attorney said all of the paperwork would be done within two weeks. "I was afraid that would be the case about who would be able to sign for everything. It's only for a year and one month though, Bonnie, then I can take over some of the burden." "It's not been a burden so far, Mike. I sign a couple of checks a week and send out a couple of letters. You tell me what to tell the broker to buy and sell now, so that isn't a problem. If you want to feel like I'm overworked though and take special care of me, I'll go along with that." "I told you she was a slut," Beth said. ------- Chapter 8 Tuesday, October 12, 1976 I am going to enjoy this. I now have only one class on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. After next Monday I won't have any. Even now it is enjoyable. It gives me more time to mentally harass Beth and Sharon. Finally they told me to cool it as I was going to get them in trouble with their teachers. When Sharon came into the lunchroom, she surprised me by throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a three alarm kiss. She let me go and when I finally got my breath back I asked, "What was that all about?" "That was for making life fun. When you were talking to me, you had me so distracted, my teacher asked me if I was feeling okay. I told him I had never felt better, then he said if that was the case maybe I should try to get the flu or something so I'd pay attention." I laughed and gave her a hug before we started through the line. "In three more weeks, I won't be having to come in to school. Beth will be here for a while, but I think we need to talk to Bonnie about getting the home schooling started." "I'd like that, but that would leave Beth here all by herself. Let's talk to Beth and Bonnie and see how they feel about it." "Anything you say, my love. This stuff looks like crap, but I'm hungry enough to eat a bear. Hide and all. Maybe I can even get this down." We found our table and sat side by side. I hadn't more than picked up my fork when Josh walked by. He stopped, pointed his finger at me, then crooked his finger as if he were pulling a trigger. Then he laughed and walked away. Sharon saw Josh's act and I could feel her hand trembling where it lay on my thigh. "Don't worry about him, Honey. He's trying to scare us, but he has no idea what he's getting into." I put my arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer. Sharon giggled and turned her pretty face to me. Sharon shivered then said, ------- "So, Ms. Richards, what can you tell me about this Michael Green? Specifically, what can you tell me about his dramatic increase in IQ?" the man asked after he had introduced himself as Dr. Cunningham, a colleague of Dr. Franks. "I really can't give out that type of information, Dr. Cunningham," Ms. Richards told him. "I have Mr. Andrews permission to talk with you Ms. Richards. He assured me you would supply me with the information I need." "I'm sorry doctor, but that would be a breach of confidentiality and an invasion of privacy. If you will get a signed document from Mrs. Green giving her permission to release the information, I will talk with our school lawyer and see if we can release it." "I'm afraid that won't be good enough, Ms. Richards. I need the information now." "Again, doctor, I'm sorry, but that just isn't going to happen." "I will bring Mr. Andrews down here. He will order you to give me the information." "And I will tell him the same thing I told you." Dr. Cunningham kept his cool, but Ms. Richards could see the anger in his eyes as he left her office. After he was gone, Ms. Richards removed the files for both of the Green children from the filing cabinet. She took them into the storage cabinet in the testing room and put them in the bottom of a box of new file folders. ------- Since I had tested out of Chemistry, I was free for the rest of the day. I decided to go home until track practice, so I could hang out with Bonnie for a while. I found her on the patio getting a full body tan. I told Bonnie just before I gave her a tender loving kiss. Bonnie laughed and blushed. We talked about investing for a while. I knew Intel would be coming out with their 8086 and 8088 chips next year and I wanted Bonnie to have our broker check out what Intel's stock was doing. I also knew one of the companies that was big in computer graphics was founded in 1976. I couldn't remember the name of the company, but I knew it started with an 'M'. ------- Track practice was as grueling as the coach had told us it would be. We were practicing for the mile run, specifically the sprint at the end, so we ran sprints almost the entire hour. My lungs were burning, my chest was burning and my legs were burning when we finished. The only good things about the practice were that Beth was encouraging me mentally as I ran, and Sharon was waiting when we finished. On our way back home, Sharon told us about another meeting with Josh just before her last class. "He did the finger pointing and trigger pulling at me," she told us. "What did you do?" Beth asked. "I pretended I was shooting him with a bow and arrow. He looked at me really funny, then he laughed and took off." "We need to talk to Bonnie about this. To threaten me is one thing, but I'll be God Damned if he's going to threaten you. If he comes near you, I will definitely kill his sorry ass." "Easy Mike. This is a family problem. We'll take care of it. It's not up to you. it's up to all of us," Beth soothed. ------- To say Bonnie was upset would have been the understatement of the year. She might have the body of an eighteen year old now, but inside she was a mother bear who's cub was in danger. "Why do these cocksuckers keep doing this to us. All I want is to be left alone. I don't want to hurt anyone, I just want my kids to be safe," she ranted. "I don't think it's that serious, Bonnie," I told her. "Not serious? First the three motherfuckers kidnap Beth and we had to take them out. Now this jerkoff is threatening two of my kids." "Mom, please don't call anyone a motherfucker. It hits too close to home," I kidded. Beth laughed and Bonnie shot her a dirty look. "Michael Allen Green, I've had about enough of your sass. I don't care if your mind is fifty fucking eight years old, you're still my son and I can still slap you silly." "Bonnie, just settle down and think rationally. I think Josh is just trying to scare us." "Well, he has sure as shit scared me. If I have to kill his sorry ass, I will. He damned near killed you once and he's not going to get another chance. Threatening you and Sharon may be the last thing he ever does. We have to take this seriously." "We are taking it seriously," Sharon told her quietly. "That's why we came to you. We need to work out some way to get rid of Josh without having to kill him." "I know you're taking it seriously, Sherry, and I know Mike is too. I'm sorry guys. I just get so angry that assholes can't just leave us alone. Sometimes I wish we lived on an island somewhere and didn't have to come in contact with anyone." "I know, Bonnie. I'm sorry I was flip. It is serious, but I agree with Sherry. I think we need to come up with a solution to remove Josh from the picture without having to turn him off completely." We all sat and thought for a few minutes. I went to the kitchen and brought sodas back for all of us. "Mom, how would you feel about Josh having to go to jail, or a mental institution for a while?" Beth asked. "I could live with that," Bonnie said. "So could I," I agreed. "There has to be something a little wrong for him to be tied up in this flatliner stuff." "What were you thinking about, Beth?" Sharon asked. "Well, you know how you read about serial killers and other mental patients who have the compulsions to do things? I know of at least one who said he just felt like he had to kill people then eat parts of them for him to live. Others say they have voices that tell them to do things. What if we took over Josh's body and forced it to do something really outrageous at school. When they asked him why he did it, he'd say he didn't want to but his body just did it anyway. Do you think they'd believe him, or would they think he was crazy?" "One crazy act wouldn't be enough," Bonnie said. "But I think you have a good idea. If he did something and was punished for it, then he did something else that was just as bad or worse, and kept doing things, I think they'd eventually put him away." "Oh, this is going to be fun," Beth said as she rubbed her hands together. "I have the perfect idea for what to have him do first." "What's that, Sweety?" Bonnie asked. "Mike, he has History with Mrs. Alford doesn't he?" When I nodded she went on. "Okay, right in the middle of her class, while she's lecturing, we have him get up and go to her desk. We make him unzip his fly, take out his cock, and pee in the trash can she keeps by her desk. Then we have him go back to his desk as if nothing had happened." We all lost it. Even Bonnie. "Mrs. Alford will have a cow," Sharon giggled. "I think if we had him do a few things like that he might be put away," Bonnie laughed. "Remind me not to get you mad at me," I told Beth. ------- Wednesday, October 13, 1976 We put our plan into operation this morning. I followed Josh after home room and found him going into government class. I told Beth mentally where he was and she said she'd be waiting outside to follow him at the end of the period. Josh went from government to history. Beth peeked in the door and saw Mrs. Alford at front of the room with a map of Europe pulled down to lecture on. Beth, Sharon and I linked and gave Josh the commands to have him carry out the actions Beth had described the night before. We watched through Mrs. Alford's eyes as Josh did his thing. He had been fidgeting for a while, and Mrs. Alford asked him if he was alright. He told her he was and she went back to teaching. About mid way through the class, Josh got up and walked to the front of the room. Mrs. Alford asked what he was doing, and he ignored her. When he was beside her desk, Josh unzipped, whipped it out, and pissed an incredible load into Mrs. Alford's trash can. Mrs. Alford was screaming at him, but he ignored that as well. When he was finished, he calmly shook it off, put it away, and returned to his seat. The girls in the class were giggling behind their hands and the boys were cracking up. Josh ignored them all. Mrs. Alford sent one of the boys to get the principal. "Tell him it's an emergency," she told the young man. Within minutes, Mr. Andrews was in the room. When Mrs. Alford told him what had happened, he took one look in the trash can and then went to Josh. "Why did you do that?" he demanded. Josh was red faced and looked totally confused. "I don't know sir. All of a sudden I had to go. I tried to stop myself, but it was like I just couldn't help it." "Come with me, young man. We need to get your parents in here." "Do you have to tell them, sir. My mother is going to freak." "Yes, they have to be told. I don't know if you realize just how serious this is. You are definitely going to be suspended, and you may even go to jail. Now get on your feet and come with me." Reluctantly, Josh followed him out of the room. The rest of the class was shot for Mrs. Alford. She tried to pick up where she'd left off, but the kids were basically ignoring her, talking about what had happened. Mrs. Alford couldn't figure out what she'd been trying to say anyway. ------- Lunch was a blast. Sharon and I exchanged our customary kisses, then went through the line. We sat at our normal table, but saw no sign of Josh. There had to be at least six different kids stop to tell us the story of Josh peeing in the trash can, all of them telling things differently. Some of them were so far out, we wondered where they had heard them. Of course we passed everything on to Beth, and she had as much fun with it as we did. We mentally called Bonnie and described the scene to her. Ms. Richards called Beth in just after her lunch to tell her what her IQ scores were. "I've never seen anyone so evenly matched as you and your brother are," she told Beth. "The test he scored 183 on, you scored 181. The test he scored 176 on, you scored 179. There is at least that much margin for error on both tests, so you are virtually identical." "Does this mean I could start testing out of some of my classes?" "I'm sure you can. I would like to talk with your mother, and go over all of the ramifications of you doing so." "I'll have her give you a call, Ms. Richards. Thank you again." While they had been talking, Beth had been reading Ms. Richards for what she knew about Josh. She found out he had been given a week's suspension, and he had to agree to see the school psychiatrist for counseling. ------- Track practice was another torturous series of events. It seemed to go on forever, but having Sharon there to give me a kiss when I came out made it worthwhile. We filled Bonnie in on the Josh situation when we got home, and we all had a great time reliving the part we had caused. "So what do you do when he comes back to school?" Bonnie asked. "It's going to be hard to top what he did this time," I said. "I've been thinking about it but haven't come up with anything yet." "How about we have him masturbate in front of a class?" Sharon asked, a twinkle in her eye. "It's a good idea," Beth said. "But, I think you just want to see a guy masturbate." "Well, there is that... No, Beth. Masturbating in front of the class is a sexual offense, and that means they have to do something about it rather than just a school punishment." "You mean the police will have to be brought in," Bonnie said. "Yes... I think that might work. At worst it will get him put into a mental health facility for observation." "Okay, we have a week to figure out the details. I think we should do it the day he gets back. I also think we should have him do it in a different class so they don't think it has something to do with Mrs. Alford," I told them. ------- Thursday, October 14, 1976 Thursday was a very relaxing day. I had lunch with Sharon as usual and we had some others join us. Melissa Silvers and Alice Greer asked if we would mind if they ate with us. Alice was one of the girls who had been at Beth's birthday party, and Melissa was the girl who had been invited but couldn't come. "Guys, I wanted to apologize for the teasing I was giving you at Beth's party," Alice said. "I wasn't prepared for you to have a boyfriend, Sharon, and I guess I was a little jealous because you had one." "It's Okay, Alice. I know it's been quick, but Mike and I are very serious about each other. We probably displayed more affection publicly than we should have." "How long have you guys been going out?" "Just a little over a week. I've liked Mike for years, but he never seemed to notice me." "Oh, believe me I know how long you've liked him. You've talked about him enough over the years. I don't want to offend you, Mike, but you are a lot different than you were last year. I don't know if anyone else has noticed it, but you seem to have matured a lot." "I guess I have matured. Coming so close to death will do that to you." "Actually, the changes in Mike are what caused me to start loving him instead of just liking him." Of course we all had to rehash the Josh incident, and Sharon told them about my upcoming track meet. "Melissa, are you still going with Jim Butterman?" Sharon asked. "No, Sherry. We broke up last week." "I'm sorry Missy. What happened?" "He tried to force me to have sex with him. Luckily, Al Smitson and Jenny Seaver were in the car next to ours and when I screamed, Al came over and broke things up. They gave me a ride home and I told Jim I never wanted to see him again." "I'm glad you screamed, Missy," I said. "I've read that's the best thing a girl can do if she's in danger." "I guess. I was surprised he acted the way he did. He's the quarterback on the football team and he's a very good student." "You're better off without him, Missy," Sharon told her. "Sex is great, but it should never be forced." "You mean you've... I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so curious. It's just that I'm curious about sex and..." "It's Okay, Missy. I'm not ashamed of it. Yes, Mike and I have. He was my first and he'll be my last. With the right person it can be every bit as good as the movies make it out to be." "Oh God. I wish." We all laughed about that and took our trays back. Sharon and I kissed lightly before parting while Melissa and Alice looked on, smiling. Practice was a breeze. We did our warmups and some stretching. The coach had us run a few laps, then cool down. He told us he didn't want us tired out or sore for the meet. After practice, Beth called Bonnie to see if she'd like to meet us at Betty's for a burger. She reluctantly agreed, saying she didn't have a lot in common with a bunch of teenagers. I told her. We arrived at Betty's before Bonnie did and we were already eating when she got there. When she came in, almost every guy in the place turned to look at her. Several received elbows in the ribs from their girlfriends. She came over to the booth where we were setting and said, "Hi guys. How's it going?" "We're doing good, Bonnie," I said as I got up and gave her a hug. "What would you like to eat?" She slid into the booth beside Beth as I went to get the fish sandwich and fries she wanted. When I came back, Sharon was filling Beth and Bonnie in on Melissa and Jim Butterman. "Date rape is something all women and girls have to be aware of and protect themselves as much as they can. I'm sure it's been going on as long as people have been dating, but it does seem like it's more prevalent now." "I'm not sure there's more of it going on now, Bonnie. I think women are just more willing to tell about it. Personally, I think we should let the whole school know about Butterman. It might save some other girl from being put in the same position." "You're right, Mike. How are we going to do it?" Beth asked. "I haven't a clue. Think about it ladies. With your devious minds, I'm sure we can come up with something." Sharon slapped me on the back of the head and Beth hit me with a French Fry. Bonnie just laughed and told them they were definitely devious, so cut it out. Alice and Melissa came by a little later, and we introduced Melissa to Bonnie. We scooted over and made room so they could sit down. Melissa sat beside me and Alice sat beside Bonnie. We all had a good time discussing Josh and everything else that was happening at school. "Bonnie, you certainly don't seem like Beth and Mike's mother," Melissa told her. "You seem more like you're our age. If they hadn't told me who you are, I'd have thought you were maybe a year older than me." "Well, thank you, Missy. You certainly know how to make an old lady feel good about herself." "Old lady my ass," I said. "If you looked any younger you'd be illegal." We all kidded around for a while and Melissa asked Sharon what had happened with her dad. "I heard you had been beaten up, and I just wondered if everything had worked out okay." Sharon told her the story of how her father had beaten her and my rescue of her at school. "Bonnie was fantastic. She told Dad we'd not press charges if he'd sign off all his parental rights and let me come to live with her. She had a lawyer draw up the papers and he signed. I hope I never have to see him again." "You mean you're living in the same house as your boyfriend?" "Yep." "Isn't that awkward? I mean, he sees you when you're not at your best and everything." "Well, a husband sees his wife at those times too, and it isn't a problem for most husbands." "I know, but I mean... What if he saw you in your nightgown or something?" "Melissa, can you keep your mouth shut about anything I tell you? I know Alice can because I've been sharing secrets with her all my life." I told her mentally. "Yes I can, Sharon. I don't believe in gossip." "Okay. First off, I don't wear a nightgown. Mike and I sleep in the same bed, and he doesn't wear nightclothes either." Melissa looked disbelievingly at Bonnie, who just nodded her head. "Missy, Mike and I have a very good relationship. As soon as we're old enough, we're going to be married. Nothing has ever been forced or coerced with Mike. We love each other and express that love as adults." "Sharon, that is so fantastic. That's what I want in life. I don't care about schooling or a career. I just want to love someone and be loved by someone. I don't care about money, as long as we have enough for food, clothing and shelter. I don't care if it's me or if it's my husband who works. I just want to love and be loved." "Missy, you seem like a wonderful young lady. I'm sure you are going to find someone or someones who love you very soon. With a personality like yours, I'll guarantee it," Bonnie said. Later on, after we had gone home, Bonnie said. "Melissa seems like a very nice young lady. Does anyone know anything about her?" "Yeah, Mom. She's a good friend. She just moved in to our school the middle of last year. I felt sorry for her at first, but as I got to know her, I found I really liked her," Beth said. "I felt sorry for her at first too. Her parents and her little sister were killed in an auto accident last year. She doesn't have any other family, and her parents were going through some tough times so she didn't have any money. She's in foster care now," Sharon added. "That's really a shame. Beth, your track meet Saturday is in the morning, right?" "Yes, Mom." "Why don't you invite her to come over after the meet. You guys could spend the afternoon together, then we could take her home after dinner or she could even spend the night if her foster parents will let her." "That'd be great, Mom. Trouble is, I don't know if I'll even see her at school tomorrow. We don't have any classes together." "That's Okay," Sharon said. "I have one class with her, and Mike and I will probably see her at lunch. We'll ask her." We talked for a while about Beth's IQ scores, then I brought up something I'd been thinking about for a while. "You know, guys, we talk together mentally a lot, but we've not really done much probing for deeper thoughts or feelings. We are very intimate and tell each other everything, but it's not quite the same. I was wondering what you guys would think about linking all of our minds at some point and wandering through each other's thoughts and memories. Is that too personal, or would any or all of you be interested in doing something like that?" "Wow, that is very intimate, Mike. I'll have to think about that," Bonnie said. "It wouldn't bother me, Mike. I'd like to know what a dirty old man like you thinks about," Beth spoke up. "I have nothing to hide from any of you," Sharon said. "I guess what bothers me a little is having you and Beth know things like how it felt to make love to your father. We had a very good life together, and some of it I don't know if I'm ready to share." "It's Okay, Bonnie. We're not going to push you into doing anything you're not comfortable with. I never thought of it, but maybe there are things you don't want to know about Mike and Beth as well. I know there are certain memories of Mike's that I stay away from." "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Well... I followed the events leading up to Mike's death, but I stayed away from his thoughts and motivations. I'd really rather not know why he did what he did." "I guess if we ran into something we didn't want to get into, we could just back off," Bonnie mused. "Well, let's not decide tonight. Think about it and we can talk about it in a day or two." ------- Chapter 9 Friday, October 15, 1976 I spent Friday morning reading my Biology textbook through and going over the notes I'd made to date. My test was to be on Monday, and I didn't want to waste the weekend studying for it. Sharon and I had just set down to lunch when Missy came up. "Would you guys mind if I ate with you today?" she asked. "Not at all," I said. "In fact we were wanting to talk with you. Where's Alice?" "Alice and I had an argument. We're kind of not speaking right now." "I'm sorry. Is there anything we can do to smooth it over?" "I'm afraid not. I probably shouldn't tell you this, because I hate gossip, but watch yourselves around Alice." "Okay. I thought you guys were good friends. It always seemed to be Beth, Sharon, Alice and Missy." "Well, I thought so too, but last night after you guys left Betty's, she started making some comments about Sharon and Bonnie that I didn't like, so I told her off." "Missy," Sharon said. "If you're not comfortable in telling me, just tell me to mind my own business. But, what did she say about us?" "Well, I am a little uncomfortable with it, but I'm going to tell you anyway. She said you and Bonnie must both be sluts. She said you were a slut for sleeping with Mike and Bonnie was a slut for letting you." We sat in stunned silence for a few minutes then Sharon said, "Thank you Missy. I might let her get away with calling me a slut. By her standards I guess I am. I will not let her get away with calling Bonnie a slut. Bonnie took me in when Dad was abusing me. She did things for me that I never thought anyone would do for another person. I will not let Alice get away with this." "Take it easy Slugger," I said. "Let it ride until you've talked to Bonnie. Neither one of us are calm enough right now to think rationally." "Yeah, I guess you're right. Do you see why I love him so much, Missy?" "I think I do. Now that I've dropped that bombshell, why did you guys want to talk to me?" "Bonnie wanted us to ask you to spend the day with us tomorrow. Beth and I are going to be in the track meet tomorrow, and Sharon and Bonnie are going to be here watching it. She said if you'd like to come to the meet, you could come home with us after. We could all swim and hang out all afternoon, then you could have dinner with us. If you'd want, we could take you home after dinner, or you could spend the night with Beth." "That sounds like so much fun. I'll have to ask my foster parents, but they'll probably let me. Can I call you guys tonight to let you know?" "That would be great, Missy. I hope you can come," Sharon told her. Sharon and Missy spent a lot of time during the rest of the lunch period talking about what Missy should bring. I would have felt left out if Sharon hadn't been running her hand up and down the inside of my thigh the whole time. Every once in a while she'd bump my cock, then she'd turn and grin at me. I had to rearrange myself before I got up so my boner didn't show so badly. ------- Practice was a team meeting. The coaches passed out schedules for the events. We didn't work up a sweat, so we were out quickly. Sharon met us, and I drove us home. Missy had already called when we got there and said she could come and she could stay the night if it was okay. Sharon and I told Bonnie and Beth about what Missy told us at lunch. Beth wanted to go out and make Aliceburgers, but Bonnie's cool head ruled. "She's not worth it Beth," Bonnie said. "Just ignore her, and be very friendly to Missy. That'll get the message across quicker than anything else." "I wanted to cut her tits off too, Bonnie, but Mike said I should talk to you first," Sharon told her. "I don't mind so much her calling me a slut, but she has no right calling you one." "Listen kids, by society's rules, we are sluts. All of us. If anyone knew I slept with my son and my daughter, I could go to jail. If anyone knew I was letting a fifteen year old sleep with my son, I could go to jail. It's best to not stir up anything." "I take exception to one thing, Bonnie. I think we need to put a block on Alice so she can't tell anyone about Sharon and I sleeping together or about you letting us," I said. "Oh... I hadn't thought about that, Mike. Yes, we should. Do you think she'll be at the track meet tomorrow?" "She should be. Most students come. It's a place for hanging out and being with your friends." "Okay. Sharon and I will take care of her during the meet. Don't you and Beth worry about things. We want you to shine tomorrow." We made an early night of it. We all snuggled in together, but didn't make love. ------- Saturday, October 16, 1976 Hillsdale has an impressive track team. Their 10K man set a state record last year, and he was back this year. We had to be at the field at 7:30 AM to get checked in to all of our events, and the events themselves started at 8:00. Distance events were held on a separate track from the shorter events. The first event on our track was the women's mile. Beth took off like she was afraid someone was going to beat her, and when she crossed the finish line there wasn't anyone within a hundred yards of her. She set a new school record and was only three seconds off the state record. I paced myself a little more on the men's mile. I won it easily but wasn't close to a record. I also won the five kilometer race handily. I didn't fare so well on the 10K race, though. I was passing a guy from the opposing team about a third of the way through the race when he accidently bumped me. I turned my ankle and went sprawling. I got up immediately and my ankle hurt like hell. It was badly sprained. I told my body to heal it, and started walking it off. I was soon running again, but Hillsdale's 10K star had too much of a lead on me. I was about six paces behind him as I crossed the line. Beth won all three of her races. Beth and I were a weary pair when we made our way over to the stands to find our group. We spotted Bonnie, Sharon, and Missy sitting about three rows up in the stands, smiling from ear to ear. I asked mentally. Bonnie told us. "Congratulations guys," Missy said as Beth and I went to sit with them. "Thanks," I said. Beth is the one who shined though. "I should have won the 10K." "It looked like you'd hurt your leg when you got up," Sharon said. "Yeah, it hurt pretty bad for a while. It took me too long to get back running." "Enough of this. We did good, now let's get out of here," Beth demanded. "I'm hungry." "You're always hungry," Bonnie told her. "Do you want to stop at Betty's and get a burger, or would you rather go home? We have sandwich stuff at home." "Let's just go home," Beth said. "I'd like to eat something then lay out in the sun for a while." "Sounds good to me," I said. "Is this your suitcase?" I asked Missy. She admitted it was, so I picked it up and carried it to the Suburban for her. We all piled in and were soon pulling into our driveway. Bonnie and I started making sandwiches as soon as we got in the house, but the three girls disappeared. It was a half hour later, and Bonnie and I had already eaten when they reappeared. When the girls came back in and started grabbing sandwiches, my mouth fell open and I was speechless. There wasn't enough material in the three bikinis they were wearing, put together to make a single handkerchief. "If you were going to wear those, you should have just gone nude," Bonnie said with a laugh. "We would have, Mom, but we have company," Beth said. "Actually, going nude wouldn't have bothered me," Missy said. "My parents were naturists, and we went to nudist camps from as far back as I can remember. I guess Alice would have called me a slut too if she'd known that." We all laughed, then Bonnie said, "We haven't been to a camp yet, but we plan to soon. We are usually nude around the house, and I don't see anything wrong with it." "Sometimes a little mystery is more interesting than full nudity though, Bonnie. I'll bet Mike doesn't get tongue tied when you guys are nude, and I'm sure his mouth doesn't hang open like that," Missy teased. "I thought that was just because there was a new girl around, Missy. You know you are exceptionally lovely, don't you?" "No, Bonnie. I'm rather plain, and I know it." "Mike, is Missy beautiful, or is it just me?" Bonnie asked. "Absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out. "Just like the other three women in this room." "Good save, lover," Sharon said as she came over and gave me a big hug. "You might have had some catty females on your hands if you hadn't included the rest of us." "I might be dumb but I'm not stupid," I said. ------- We had a lot of fun that afternoon, playing in the pool and talking as we soaked up the sun. Missy fit in with the group like she'd always been there. About the middle of the afternoon, the three girls were playing in the pool and Bonnie and I were laying out, catching some sun. "You know, Bonnie," I said. "We bought me a new car and Beth a new car. I'm sure that when Sharon gets her license we'll buy her one as well. Don't you think it's time you got rid of that station wagon and bought a new car for yourself?" "Yeah, I guess so. It's just that it gets me around and I really don't have any excuse for getting anything else." "Bonnie, My Love," I said in a low voice so the girls wouldn't hear. "A Dodge Aspen isn't the car for a sexy young thing like you. You'd look sexy in an Edsel, but I'd still like to see you in something you'd be proud of. What's your all time favorite car?" "Well, there is one I've always liked," Bonnie giggled. "About twenty years ago I saw my first Jaguar. It looked so sexy, I've always wanted one. It's not practical, but it sure is sexy." "Have you seen the new XJ? I think it's one of the nicest looking ones yet." "Yes, I always look at the new models each year. You know, maybe I should get one. I could keep the Aspen for grocery shopping and things like that." "Yes, or you could use the suburban for things like that. That way I could use the Jag while you had my car." "Yeah right. Like I'd turn a sixteen year old boy loose in a Jaguar." "Remember, I'm really a fifty-eight year old man. Which would be worse to turn loose with a Jag?" I asked laughing so hard I attracted the girl's attention. "You just want to drive it to pick up pussy," Bonnie accused. "Yeah, right. I have the three prettiest pussys in the state of California right now. I don't need any more pussy." "You may get one whether you need it or not," Bonnie whispered. "Doesn't it seem natural to have Missy here with us?" "God, Bonnie, I don't think I could handle another hungry pussy. Three women are more than any man can keep up with." "Hey stud, since you've found how to make Mr. Friendly stand at attention any time you want, you could take care of thirty women." "Seriously Bonnie, I haven't heard Missy say anything about hearing people's thoughts or any thing like that. I'm not sure you can even change someone if they aren't already on the edge of doing it themselves." "I know, but she just seems to fit in so perfectly. I'll try to draw her out this afternoon. Maybe she just hasn't said anything." "Bonnie, if I didn't know better I'd say you were hot for her." Bonnie smiled and leaned close to whisper. "I am." We were still laughing our asses off when the girls came over to see what the commotion was about. "Bonnie is going to get herself a new car, and when I said I'd like to drive it, she accused me of wanting it to pick up girls." "You've already got all the girls you need," Sharon said as she climbed up on my lap and snuggled in. "You are absolutely right," I told her. I leaned down to share a tender kiss, which turned into one of her toe curlers. When we finally broke for air, I said. "Now you have to stay here for a while, Sweety. Unless you want to advertise to the world what you do to me." We sat for a couple of minutes while the laughter died down, then I got up still holding Sharon to me. I carried her to the pool and stepped up on the diving board. I started kissing her as I walked the length of the board like I had with Beth a while back. When I stepped off the end, our lips were locked together and she was still in my arms. We broke the kiss as we surfaced. Our lips were two inches apart when I said, "You are the only woman I'll ever need." We kissed again, treading water. I could have kept it up for the rest of the afternoon, if Beth hadn't done a cannonball right next to us. We nearly drowned from the splash. We did a lot of dunking and grabassing for a while. I kept ending up with hand fulls of tit and hand fulls of butt. I have no idea how many times my cock and my ass were groped, nor who was doing the groping. It was a lot of fun, though, and the first time this afternoon we had been able to be completely free. I finally tired of the pool and climbed out to dry off. When I leaned back in one of the lounges, Sharon immediately settled on my lap again. It is a wonderful thing to have a very desirable young lady in a micro-bikini snuggle in your lap. Sharon could feel my reaction to her body and gave me a big smile. If Missy hadn't been less than six feet away, I'm sure we'd have enjoyed the snuggling even more. "Missy was just telling me about what happened with Jim Butterman," Bonnie said. "She said she knew she shouldn't have gone with him that day." "Yeah, I knew he was feeling a lot of lust, but a lot of guys are like that. They always manage to control it though." "How did you know he was feeling lust?" I asked. "Well, I've always been able to tell what people are feeling. I don't know how, Mike but I can. Bonnie said all of you have had similar experiences." "Yes, we have. Ours have mostly been being able to catch a bit of what someone was thinking though. Please don't tell anyone about that Missy. I don't want to become someone's lab rat." "Oh, I wouldn't Mike. For some reason I feel like I can trust you guys or I would have never mentioned it to Bonnie. I'll admit I've had flashes of hearing someone's thoughts, or at least I think I have. I was never really sure if I was hearing them or if I was imagining it." "I know what you mean, Missy. I always wondered about it too." "Anyway, Mike. I want to do something about Butterman," Bonnie broke in. "I have an idea I'd like your opinion on." "Okay, shoot." "Missy says that Butterman hangs out at Betty's a lot. Do you think he'd be interested in me if I kind of come on to him?" "If he isn't blind he would be." "Okay, here's the plan. If I can get him to take me out, I'll kind of lead him on until he takes me to park somewhere. You guys should follow so I don't get into too much trouble. Then when he tries to put the moves on me, I'll tell him no. If he's running true to form, he'll tell me he's going to have me whether I want it or not. He'll then try to rape me. That's when I want you guys close." "Okay, so we catch him trying to rape you. What good is that going to do?" "What he won't know is that I'll be tape recording the whole thing. The next day, you guys play the tape on the loudspeakers at school." "Oh, that part I like. I'm not so crazy about you putting yourself in danger though." "It really won't be that much danger, Mike. Missy says he always parks up at Smittering Point. You could be there waiting in the Suburban, and Beth can follow in the VW in case he changes his mind about where to go. When he gets to the rape part, I'll scream and you guys can come to the rescue." "I still don't like it, but why don't you run it past Beth and Sharon. If they'll go along with it, so will I." "I want a part of this too, Bonnie," Missy told her. "Either I'm with Beth, or I'm with Mike and Sharon." "Are you sure, Missy? It'll probably bring back some bad memories." "Yes, I'm sure. I want to keep the bastard from hurting anyone. I'm lucky I wasn't raped, and I'd rather be sure no one else has to depend on luck." "Okay, you're in. I'll talk to Beth and Sharon right now." Bonnie got up and went over to the edge of the pool to talk with the two girls. "Missy, Bonnie and I were talking about how well you seem to fit into our group. Do you feel comfortable with all of us?" I asked. "Yes Mike, I feel very comfortable with all of you. Remember, I can tell what people are feeling. I know you love Sharon dearly and I know she loves you just as much. I'm afraid I know your other secrets too. You don't need to worry. I'd never tell anyone. It doesn't bother me at all. I just wish I had a loving family too." I could see the tears running from her eyes as she said that, so I got up and went over to where she was sitting. I sat beside her and put my arms around her. I've always been a sucker for a woman's tears. My three lovlies turned as one and looked at us. Sharon told me. "Missy, there are people who love you. There are four of us here today who've fallen for you pretty quickly." "I know Mike. I can feel it. I guess I just miss having a home with a loving mother and father." "That would be tough, Missy," I said as I made soft circles on her back. "We could never replace your mother and father, but we could be your family if you'll let us." "Mike I really like you guys. I'm just not ready for a sexual relationship with anyone." "Missy, it wouldn't have to be a sexual relationship. In fact, it would be far less complicated if it weren't sexual. You say you know our other secrets. What secrets do you think we have?" "I think that you and Bonnie and you and Beth are lovers. I know this because I sense the physical attraction between you. I also sense physical love as well as familial love between you." "Okay, I believe you. Does it bother you that I'm holding you?" "No. I'm enjoying this, Mike." "Would it bother you if I were holding Bonnie like I'm holding you?" No. I don't think so anyway." "Would it bother you if Bonnie or Beth were holding you like this?" "No. I'm not a lesbian or anything, but I love Bonnie, Beth and Sharon. I don't want to have sex with them, but I wouldn't mind cuddling with them." "Okay. We do a lot of cuddling around here. For the most part, it's not sexual. Sometimes it develops into that, but only by mutual desire and consent. No one in this house has ever been forced to do anything they didn't want to do." "I believe you Mike. I guess I can even understand the incest. Bonnie and Beth are both gorgeous and you are a very handsome man. I can see why you were attracted to each other. How does Sharon fit in though?" "Sharon is my love and my lover. She's the light of my life. She's the woman I'm going to marry just as soon as we're old enough. She's the woman who's going to bear my children. I could never love anyone any more than I love Sharon. However, although Bonnie and Beth can never be married to me or have my children, I love them just as much as I love Sharon." "Sharon knows you love Bonnie and Beth as much as you love her?" "Yes." "Does she know you have sex with Bonnie and Beth?" "She knows I make love with them. There's a big difference between making love and having sex." "But, how can Sharon let you make love to the other two? Isn't she jealous?" "Not a bit. The other two aren't jealous either. We all four love each other, so we have no problems with it." By now, the three ladies we had been talking about had come over and taken seats close to us. Sharon looked over at Missy and said, "All our lives we've been taught that you can only love one person, yet we know that isn't the truth. You loved you mother and your father equally didn't you?" "Yes, I did, but that's a different kind of love." "Not really, Missy. I agree there are two kinds of love, however I disagree with how others define those types of love. The Greeks called the two types Eros and Agape. Eros was defined as sexual love, and agape was defined as platonic love, or the kind love you would have for a parent or a sibling. I believe one type of love is the kind you have for another human being. The other type of love in my opinion is like what you would feel for a good dog, or some inanimate object. I believe any love you feel for another human is part of the same type of love." Sharon took a sip of her soda and let Missy think about that for a minute. "The love you feel for different humans is different for every human you love. I'm sure the love you felt for your father was different from what you felt for your mother, and they both were different from what you felt for your sister. If you had a boyfriend or husband, the love you felt for them would be different still. Where people become confused is that we equate lust or sexual desire with love. We can love someone and not desire them. We can desire someone and not love them. If you were married to someone who you loved dearly, and for some reason you could no longer have sex, would you stop loving them?" "No, I can't see that I would." "So, the lust or desire might be gone, but the love would still be there. I haven't experienced it personally, but I'd swear the love itself wouldn't have changed at all." "Okay, I can understand that you can love more than one person at a time, but why aren't you jealous about the lust Mike feels for his mother and his sister?" "I've never really put any of this into words before, Missy," Sharon said. "So, please bear with me. First off, lust is like a hunger. It isn't really anything we can control. We feel it whether we want to or not. We can refuse to act on it, and it eventually goes away. You can't blame your body for suddenly becoming hungry when you see and smell a thick juicy steak prepared just the way you like it. So, you can't blame your body if you are suddenly in lust when you see someone who is exactly the kind of person your body responds to." "I guess I can see that. You're saying you can't blame Mike because his body responds to Bonnie and Beth." "That's right. You also have to remember, Mike had a sexual relationship with B & B before he ever met me." "Okay, but what would you feel if Mike started feeling lustful toward someone else, now?" "Like you, you mean? I know Mike is attracted to you. He's sitting here with a near naked babe in his arms, comforting her. He'd be a wooden statue if he wasn't attracted. Although I'll admit parts of him probably do feel wooden right now. Right now his body is hungry for a nice juicy sirloin steak. If he can't have the sirloin, he'll settle for a nice juicy porterhouse like me. But, he'll still wish he'd had the sirloin. It's not that he'll enjoy the porterhouse any less, and next time he's hungry it might be the porterhouse he thinks of first. It might also be the ribeye he has a craving for when he gets hungry again. I don't know if I'm making any sense or not, but the answer is NO, I wouldn't jealous if you and Mike decided to do the horizontal mambo." "That seems Okay for Mike, but what about the rest of you? Don't you get tired of eating the same thing for every meal?" "We probably would, but when there are four people who are open and honest with each other, there are infinite combinations of cuisine." "You mean you girls do it with each other too?" "Of course we do. We love each other too. We also lust after each other too. It's different. I'm not a lesbian either, but if Beth can scratch my itch while Mike is with Bonnie, I don't feel left out. If I don't have a specific itch at the time, then it's fun to watch." "I just don't know if I could do that." "Damn it, Missy. You said you didn't want a sexual relationship. Bullshit. You're just afraid to start a sexual relationship. You can read other peoples' feelings, so you must know that everyone here is attracted to you. I'll let you in on a little secret. I can read your feelings too. I know you are attracted to everyone here as well." Missy blushed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. It was a very interesting thing to see happen. I could actually feel the heat from her skin increase. "Just because I feel the desire doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it," Missy said defiantly. "Absolutely," Sharon said. "We don't have to act on our desires. Do you think Jim Butterman would sit there and hold you like Mike is? Mike feels the desire, but he isn't and won't be acting on it. Mike is in control. What I was trying to say though is that you can't say you don't want a sexual relationship. You can say you are afraid to start one or that you refuse to start one, but you can't say you don't want one." "How can you say with such certainty what I want and don't want?" "Missy, I think it's time we told you our biggest family secret," Bonnie broke in. "Are you sure about this Mom?" Beth asked. "Yes, I'm sure, but I'll let the rest of you have a say as well. All of you just say yes or no." "Yes," from Sharon. "Yes," from Beth. "Yes," from me. "Beth, you raised the question of whether I was sure or not. Why?" "I just wanted to give Sharon a chance to say, no, considering all the implications. I could and will share everything with Missy, but I wanted Sharon to be able to back out if it was going to be too much for her." "I thank you, Beth, but I am perfectly fine with everything," Sharon told her. "Okay Missy, here's the deal. I know you can read feelings. Well, so can we. All four of us. We can also consistently read anything anyone is thinking. Again, all four of us. This makes for a different relationship than anyone has even conceived of before." "Oh my. You mean you've been reading everything I've been thinking?" "No we haven't, Missy. We would never do that to a friend. We don't even read each other without asking permission first," I told her. Missy turned so that she was looking into my eyes. She held my gaze for several seconds, then nodded. "I believe you Mike," she said softly. Bonnie went on to tell Missy the entire story. We told her we didn't want her to make a decision right away, but asked her to please not tell anyone else about us. I could tell she was shook up, but I could also feel that our secrets were safe with her. ------- Chapter 10 Sunday, October 17, 1976 Beth and Missy slept in Beth's room Saturday night, while the rest of us slept in Bonnie's room. Sharon and I made slow, tender love while Bonnie caressed both of us. We cuddled for a long time afterwards, enjoying the closeness and the love that flowed between us. I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on my second cup of coffee when Missy came in. "Good morning," I said. "Good morning Mike. Do you have any more of that coffee?" I got her a cup and she sat down across from where I had been sitting. We sipped in silence for a few minutes, then Missy said, "I want to thank you for holding me yesterday evening. I was feeling very vulnerable and very alone." "That's Okay Missy. One of the biggest advantages of having a family as I'm sure you know is in having someone be there when you need them. You've been through a lot and you should be proud of how you've handled everything." "Mike, you have no idea how close I am to losing it at times. I loved my parents very much and I adored my little sister. I miss them so badly." "Are your foster parents any help at all?" "Not really. I think Betty tries, but they have five foster kids. It's a business to them. One of the boys is a real hard case. He was a gang member, and they have to watch him all of the time. The other boy has been in foster care all of his life. He never expects anything else, so he is a very bitter twelve year old. The oldest girl besides me is fourteen. She was on drugs and was selling her body for her next fix before she was put into rehab, and then moved to where I live. The other girl is nine and cute as a button. She's the only one I feel anything for." "How old are you, Melissa?" "I'm almost as old as you are, Mike. I was held back a year in school because I was out so much during second grade. I have asthma and that year they just couldn't seem to keep it under control." "Have you ever thought of going to court to be emancipated?" "I know what emancipation is, but how would that apply to me?" "There's a law in California that says a minor can apply to the court to be emancipated, or declared as being legally an adult. You would have to show you were able to support yourself, but in your case I don't think it would be too difficult to put through." "I don't have a job, or a place to stay Mike. It is something to think about though." "I don't think we told you that we are starting our own corporation. The final papers on it will be ready within the next few days. If you'd like, you could be an employee of our company. We are going to need someone to do research on companies to invest in, and to look for real estate to purchase." "That would be interesting. I've always been fascinated by the stock market. I know nothing about real estate though." "Bonnie was a broker before she retired, so all our researcher would have to do is find prospective properties, and find out all she could about the properties. As far as a place to stay goes, you have an invitation to join our family. We know you aren't ready for a sexual relationship, but that doesn't mean you can't be a family member. You could have your own room and participate as little or as much as you want." "Mike, I want more than anything to be a member of your family. I'm just scared." "I know Missy. Bonnie told you about the thing we do to the brain so you can gain your telepathic potential. You could live here with us without having this done, but you really wouldn't be a member of the family. I think this is one of the things that's scaring you." "It is Mike. It almost seems like mind control. I'm afraid I wouldn't be the same person afterwards." "I can understand that, Missy. All I can do is tell you how it was for me. I was having these flashes of being able to tell what someone was thinking. It only happened during times of stress or great excitement. One night while I was making love to Bonnie, I thought to myself that I'd sure like to know what caused those flashes. Suddenly I knew it was because my blood pressure was higher during those times and that if I could increase the blood flow to a specific area of the brain, I'd have the talent at all times." "So it was a physical thing rather than messing with your thoughts?" "That's right. Of course, my talent disappeared as quickly as it came. I thought about the excitement so I went out and got in our car and drove it at a reckless speed. When I was excited enough, I simply told myself I wanted the specific blood vessel I had seen before to be half again as big as it had been. When I got back home, Bonnie awoke, and I found I could read every thing she was thinking." "Changing the size of a blood vessel doesn't sound all that scary. Could you change it back if I decided I didn't like it?" "Yes, I could, but after you have had the change made I can almost guarantee you wouldn't want it changed back." "Okay, you've convinced me. Do it." "If you're sure Missy, then come in the living room and lie down on the couch. It might make you a little dizzy for a second or two." "Oh I'm sure. Mike, I've just lost so much, I don't want to lose anything else." I told Missy to lie down on the couch and close her eyes. When she started to relax, I increased the size of her blood vessel. The procedure only took a few seconds. She opened her eyes and looked around. "When are you going to do it?" "You mean that's all that's going to happen?" "You're not talking, are you?" I called for Sharon and sure enough, she was just waking up. All of a sudden my mind was filled with a picture of Bonnie. She was sound asleep and nude. Her hair was tousled and her breasts and nipples sticking up proudly. Missy told her. Missy giggled. I asked. "Missy, one of the first things you should do is explore your inner body a little. Tell your brain to look for anything that might be wrong, and to fix it if it finds anything." "We can do that?" "Yes, it's really fairly easy. Your body seems to know how things should be, and it can make the repairs without our having to tell it exactly what to do. Bonnie got rid of a cancer that way, and she also had her body change to the way it had been when she was eighteen." "Can we fix broken bones and things like that?" "Absolutely. We're not sure about it yet, but we don't think we'll ever get old. Bonnie has told her body to maintain its self at the age of eighteen. Beth, Sharon and I are letting our bodies mature a little before we stop the aging process." "Are we going to live forever?" "I don't know Missy. It's possible. I think the only way one of us will die is if we have massive damage to the brain and are not able to repair it before we die." "This is unbelievable," Missy was saying as Sharon walked into the room. Sharon was dressed in her usual attire when she was home. In other words she was as naked as the day she was born. She came over to me and snuggled into my lap. She gave me a big kiss and told Missy and I good morning. "Did you sleep well, Sweety?" I asked. "Yep, I had the best sleeping potion known to woman," she said as she smiled at Missy. "So did I Sweety." "So, what do you think of this mind reading thing Missy?" Sharon asked. "It's not like I thought it would be. I don't seem to pick up anything unless you think it directly at me." "You have to make an effort to read someone. Concentrate on me, and tell your brain you want to know what I'm thinking," Sharon told her. "Oh... Oh my... Oh my God... Now I know what you meant by a sleeping potion." "That's Okay Missy. I find all three of the women here like to embarrass people. Especially me." "That's because you're so easy Bro," Beth said as she walked into the room, dressed like Sharon. "Besides, it's a lot harder to embarrass a woman. We're much more practical than men." "So Missy, does allowing yourself to be brain raped mean you want to be part of the family?" Beth asked. "I'd hardly call it a brain rape," Missy responded. "Yes, Beth, I would like to be part of this family. I'm not sure about the sexual thing, but Mike assures me it isn't necessary." "I'm just teasing Missy. You are certainly welcome to the family in whatever capacity you are comfortable with." "Amen to that," Bonnie said as she came in. She too had adopted the uniform of the day, nudity. "Now we just have to figure out how to fix it so you can live with us." I explained to the girls about emancipation then said, "Her foster parents may fight it, since it would be a loss of revenue to them. The other alternative is to offer to let the foster parents continue to draw the money for her, but have them let her live here. That way they'd be making money by not having to feed and clothe her. We could even offer to kick in a little extra if we needed to." "I won't have you guys spending money on me," Missy said. "I'm sorry. I must be going deaf in my old age," Bonnie said with a smirk. "Didn't I hear Missy say she was accepting membership in this family?" "That's what I heard, Mom," Beth agreed. "Yeah, me too, Bonnie," Sharon confirmed. "That makes it unanimous," I said. "Missy, we had the same argument with Sharon when she came into the family. Family members share alike. Whether it's food or money or whatever." "I... I guess that makes sense. I'll work for the corporation. I'm not sure how much help I'll be, but I'll try. Can we afford to pay them something?" Sharon giggled. "Listen, sister. This family can afford it. A couple of weeks ago we were worth a little over two million. As of Friday, it was over three." Missy's mouth fell open. "I didn't know you guys are rich." "You're included in that Missy. We share everything." "But... But..." "No buts unless they're bare butts," I said. "That's the way it is, so you can either like it or lump it." ------- Bonnie talked with Betty and Darrel Christoferson that afternoon. She told them we'd like for Missy to live with us. "There are two ways we can do this," she told them. "What do you mean?" Betty asked. "I really think Missy is an adult in a sixteen year old body. She was talking about going to court to have herself declared an adult. If she did that, you could probably throw a monkey wrench into the works if you fought it. We know it would be a loss of revenue for you, so we are willing to pay you a sum equivalent to what you would receive for caring for her until her eighteenth birthday. This would be a lump sum, payable when she won her case." "Okay, what is the other way?" "That would be for you to continue receiving payment for her care from the state, but she would actually be living with and working for us." "What would she be doing for you?" "I am the CEO of MBBS Enterprises. Missy would be doing research for the company scouting out new real estate ventures for our analysts to evaluate." "It sounds like you're legitimate, but I think we'd like to talk this over. Could we call you tomorrow with an answer?" "Yes, tomorrow would be fine. Missy will be staying here tonight, so don't worry about her." ------- Monday, October 18, 1976 Sharon, Beth, Missy, and I were on our way to school Monday morning when I decided to bring up something I'd been thinking about all weekend. "Beth, are you enjoying track as much as you thought you would?" I asked. "Well... It's Okay. I did enjoy winning at the meet on Saturday." "Yeah, I guess I did too. It's just that track practice takes up between one and three hours every day. I like to run, but there are a lot of other things I'd like to use the time for as well." "I know what you mean. At first it was a kick, especially when we got to run together. Now, it just seems like work." "I've been thinking about dropping out, Sis. You don't have to, but it would give me more time to work on the business." "Are you serious Bro? I really only stayed with it this long because of you. Do we tell the coach this afternoon?" "Yeah. He's going to have a cow. We won five of the six races we were in at the meet. He's probably thinking of a state championship right now." ------- Today, I tested out of Biology. It seemed as easy as the previous two tests I had taken. All I had to do for the rest of the day was have lunch with my love and then beard the coach in his den. Bonnie came in for a conference with Ms. Richards, and along with Beth, they worked out a schedule for testing her out of her classes. When they had everything worked out, Ms. Richards asked, "Mrs. Green, did a Dr. Cunningham come to see you?" "No, why do you ask?" "Well... he was in here about a week ago wanting information about Michael's IQ. He said he was a colleague of Dr. Franks. I told him he would have to get a statement signed by you before I would ask our attorney to approve releasing any information." "That is strange. I appreciate your refusing to give out information about my family. I can assure you it will be a cold day in a hot place before I sign anything for him." "That's okay, Mrs. Green. Information about students is confidential. If you change your mind about signing a release, please call me and let me know." Before she left the school, Bonnie stopped by the study hall I was in. She asked the teacher if I could come outside for a family matter, and the teacher agreed since I wasn't really assigned to the class anyway. We were walking along through the school grounds as we talked mentally. Bonnie took my hand and gave it a squeeze. She had a smile that should have been reported to the communicable disease center as infectious. ------- Lunch was a lot of fun. With three women at the table it was hard for me to get a word in edgewise. We had only been there about ten minutes when I saw Butterman walking across the room. I could see he was going to pass close to us, so I told Bonnie where to look so she could see him. When Butterman got close to our table, Bonnie laughed loudly. Butterman couldn't help but look at her and when he did Bonnie gave him a big smile, then looked shyly away. Butterman faltered and almost stumbled as noticed her smile first, and then the tops of her magnificent breasts displayed in her peasant blouse. He caught himself and continued on, but he looked like he'd been gobsmacked. I almost broke out laughing, but Sharon elbowed me in the ribs to shut me up. "Just setting the stage for later," Bonnie said with a big smile. "I think he took the bait. Later I'll just have to set the hook." "He just saw you sitting with Missy. Isn't that going to cause him to shy away?" I asked. "I don't think so," Bonnie said thoughtfully. "If it comes up, I'll just say she's a blushing virgin and a bit of a prick tease. If his ego's as big as I think it is, he'll just think he's so irresistible I can't leave him alone." When Bonnie saw the look on Missy's face she gave her a hug and said, "Missy, you know I don't think you're a prick tease. I'll just say that to set the trap for young Mr. Butterman. We all love our newest family member, and I'd never say or do anything to hurt you." "I know, Bonnie. I guess I am a bit of a tease though. I like the excitement of coming close to having sex without actually having to go through with the actual act. Having sex scares me." "Honey, having sex for the first time scares every girl. I know it sure did me. Look, you know we all sleep together, and we all have sex together. Any time you'd like, you can come in and watch. Making love can be exciting, it can be very loving, or it can be very passionate. If it's truly making love instead of just fucking, even the passionate times are loving experiences." "That's what Sharon and Beth tell me. It's just that the closest I ever came to actually doing it was with Jim. With him I didn't have a choice. He said we were going to do it. He didn't ask and he didn't seem to care if I wanted it or not. I was scared and instead of trying to help me overcome my fear, he just tried to force me." "Sweety, you never have to worry about anyone in our family forcing you to do anything. Bonnie is right, you can come in and watch any time you want. That way you'll get to see just how badly these women abuse me," I said with as straight a face as I could hold. This time I got an elbow from Sharon and a kick under the table from Bonnie. I also got a big smile from Missy. ------- I was right. The coach was furious. Bonnie went in with me to see him, and I was very glad she had. "What the fuck do you mean, you're dropping out of track? You and your sister have been to one meet and you tore them up. I know it's not the workouts because neither one of you seem to be all that tired at the end of them." "No, coach. It's just that I have a lot of commitments at home that I need to take care of," I told him. "It's the time involved more than anything else." "What kind of commitments can a sixteen year old have? You need to make a commitment to yourself to make the most of yourself that you can." I could tell Bonnie was furious. I hadn't introduced her when we came in so he didn't really know who she was. She gave him a look that would have stripped paint and said, "Mike's commitment is to our family business. For your information Mike has made a little over three million dollars for the family in the last four months. How's that for a sixteen year old. How much money have you made during that time? By the way, I'm Mike's mother. I wouldn't let him run for you for any reason." "I'm sorry Mrs. Green. I didn't realize who you were. What's this about three million dollars?" "Mike has a knack for picking stocks that are about to grow. I don't know how he does it, but he can read the financial pages, and analyze the different stocks. He's right about eighty percent of the time. He even enjoys doing it, but he needs time to read. He hopes to retire by the time he's twenty." "Retired at twenty? That's unbelievable. Okay, Mike. I'll let you guys out, but I am going to ask all of the other coaches to refuse to let you play on any of their teams." "That's fine," Bonnie told him. "Mike is going to be graduating at the end of this semester anyway." ------- Bonnie had been all business when we went to the Volkswagen dealership to buy Beth's car. You might even say she was giddy as she ran from model to model in the Jaguar dealership. She looked over at me with a big smile as she leaned up against a low, sleek XJR 12 cylinder racing model. "How do I look?" she asked. "You look fantastic as always, Bonnie. The car doesn't look bad either. Is that what you're interested in, or are you more interested in one of the coupes?" "Oh, this is the one. I get wet just thinking about driving it." I laughed at her enthusiasm. "Sweety, you get wet pealing potatoes. It is a beauty though." No one came to talk with us, so I finally went over to an office and asked a salesman for some help. "My mother is interested in buying a new car. Could you give her some help please, or should be try a dealership in a different town?" "I'm sorry," a very British sounding salesman said. "I thought you were just a couple of kids looking over the fancy cars. Is that your mother? She looks so young." "Yes it is my mother and yes she does look young. I hope you can help her. This has been a lifelong dream of hers and I'd like to see it come true." The salesman actually turned out to be very nice. He and Bonnie discussed options, pricing, and availability. I could see her face fall when he told her that to get one equipped just the way she wanted it, it would take approximately three months. "Oh, I was hoping to have it before that," she told him, her disappointment apparent even to him. "Well, we do have one coming in that is almost like you're wanting. The only difference is in the color of the upholstery. A man ordered it and his wife called in a couple of weeks ago to tell us he'd been killed in an auto accident. She says she has no use for it. The vehicle is due in next week." Bonnie decided that the color of the upholstery wasn't that important, so she would take the one coming in. Bonnie worked out the best deal she could and wrote the man a check. ------- We had a little time to kill before we went to pick up the girls so I decided to look at the Wall Street Journal to see if I could pick up anything new. It seemed like every time I looked at the paper I saw something that reminded me of something that made me want to invest in one or more companies. Bonnie was reading when the telephone rang. She answered it, and within a few minutes she came in to tell me about the call. I looked at her inquiringly but said nothing. I knew deep down, but I didn't want to believe it. Bonnie went away and made her call. She was gone almost half an hour and looked very disturbed when she came back. ------- Chapter 11 We picked up the girls at school and headed over to Betty's. None of us were hungry at this hour so we shared a few orders of fries, fried mushrooms, and onion rings. Bonnie explained to the girls what Christoferson had said, then asked, "Missy, what was he talking about when he mentioned his 'Special Children'?" "I'm not sure. The other girls there are very friendly with him. Sarah is fourteen and she's always sitting on his lap. Annie is nine. She sits on his lap a lot too, and holds his hand all the time." "Did he ever come on to you sexually?" "All the time. At least that's the way I took it. He'd smack my bottom if I had to walk by him. Sometimes he'd tell me what nice big boobies I was getting. He asked me several times if I'd like to take a shower with him, then he'd pass it off as if he was just joking. Mrs. Christoferson asked me several times if I was fucking any of the boys at school yet. He is the main reason I'm afraid of sex. He always made me feel dirty." "Well, we're going to fix his ass," I told her. "Our lawyer has an investigator checking him out right now. We're going to do a little detecting of our own too." "He really wants a hundred thousand dollars to let me out of there?" "Yes," Bonnie told her. "He said your pussy was worth that much to him." "Missy, we'd have paid it, because you, as a person, are worth that to us. We just don't think he'll live up to his end of the deal," I told her. Missy was blushing all over when she said, "So, you're saying my pussy is worth that much to you?" She had a sly smile and I could see she really wasn't offended. "I should turn you over my knee and spank you right here in front of all of these people," I told her in mock rage. "I said you, as a person, are worth it. You're worth it to us if you never have sex with us. You're worth it because you are a good person." "I knew what you meant," she said, still blushing. "I was just teasing. I don't think you have to worry about me never making love to you guys though. It'll happen. I just have to get over my hangups." "Guys!" Beth broke in. "There's Butterman." He'd just walked in the door and was looking around. He saw a couple of his buddies and walked over toward them. As he was passing our table, he ignored Missy completely, but fixed on Bonnie. Bonnie gave him a big smile again and I thought for a moment he was going to stop. He kept walking, but he smiled and winked at her. Bonnie said mentally. I asked. Bonnie said. We sat there talking for nearly an hour before Butterman finally got up with his buddies and left. I said. All of us agreed that would be a fine idea. When we got home, I remembered the financial news I'd been reading earlier. "Bonnie, you need to call our broker in the morning. I have another hot stock for you." "Oh yeah? What is that?" "It's a company called Fibercon. If my memory serves me right, this is just about the time they announce a breakthrough in fiber optics. I'd say let's put a hundred thousand in it." "Mike, it doesn't even bother me to spend a hundred thousand at your say so. I'll give them a call first thing." Bonnie and I lay around the pool while the girls fixed dinner. After a while, Sharon came out and perched herself on my lap. I put my arms around her and she snuggled in close. "Dinner will be ready in about fifteen minutes," she told us. "Gee, I thought you had just brought me my dinner," I said as I began nibbling on her ear. "Why don't you have me for dessert?" "Oh, I plan to," I said as I began kissing down her neck. When I got to her shoulder I started taking little nibbles and she started squirming. "Oooommmmm," she moaned. "Get a room," Bonnie said just as Beth and Missy came out. "You'd just be in there watching," Beth told her mother. "I would not!" Bonnie exclaimed. "I'd be nibbling the other side of her neck." Dinner was a lot of fun. Everyone had gotten into a teasing mood, so the girls were teased about the food they had prepared. I was teased about how much I was eating. Later, Missy went to bed in Beth's room and the rest of us retired to Bonnie's. Sharon and I had been working each other up all evening, and going to bed didn't change anything. I was kissing Sharon's face and neck and ears with a thousand little kisses, while she moaned and stroked my neck and back. Bonnie and Beth were beside us working on their own mutual arousal when I saw Missy tentatively edge herself into the room. I told Bonnie we had an audience, and she invited Missy over to sit on the bed. By now, I had worked my way down to Sharon's breasts, and wasn't paying any attention to Missy at all. I kissed, licked, nibbled, and sucked on Sharon's breasts until they were both glistening, and her body was moving restlessly under me. I worked my way down leaving a trail of arousal, stopping briefly at her belly button, until I reached Sharon's pubic fleece. I pulled her downy hair into my mouth with my lips and gently pulled on it. I kept this up until she was moaning and trying to force my mouth closer to her center. When I did move, I bypassed her pussy completely. I kissed down the crease where her thigh meets her pussy then spent a long time kissing and licking her inner thighs. I put my hands behind her knees and lifted her legs until they were nearly touching her breasts, then I started nibbling on the exposed cheeks of her ass. This was more than Sharon could take, so she locked her fingers in my hair and screamed, "Eat me you son-of-a- bitch!" I finally had mercy on her and granted her wish. I started by pulling the left, outer lip of her pussy into my mouth. My lips were locked around her lip, and I slowly laved it with my tongue while applying suction. When I felt the time was right I switched to her right lip and repeated the process. Sharon was moaning and mumbling incoherently as I finally used my thumbs to pull her lips apart. I then treated each of her inner lips much as I had the outer ones. Her honey was dripping from her vagina so I used my tongue and lips to pull in as much as I could. I kissed her where her inner lips join together and then looked at the wondrous sight before me, before I pressed my tongue inside her as far as it would go. Sharon shuddered through a major orgasm as my tongue invaded her pussy for the first time. I stayed with her as she thrashed around on the bed by grasping her butt cheeks in both hands. I kissed and licked gently until she started to come down, then I began gently working upward to her fully extended clitoris. The little man-in-the-boat was standing tall and I knew it would be hyper sensitive, so I ran my tongue around it in circles, barely touching it with the edges of my tongue. Sharon was quickly building toward another climax and I knew she wanted more when she started trying to press my head further into her womanhood. I pulled her little morsel between my lips and started a side to side chewing motion. Sharon screamed her way through another major orgasm, while I held her little bud between my lips. I didn't let her come down very far from her peak before I inserted a finger into her vagina. I moved it gently in and out as I started flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. She was immediately building to another climax, and as she neared her peak, I slipped my very wet finger out and gently pushed it into her little rosebud. The world stopped. Sharon thrashed and screamed, then went totally limp. This climax had been too much for her, and she passed out. I moved up beside her and cradled her in my arms, wanting her to feel loved and protected when she woke up. I finally noticed Missy perched on the edge of the bed. When I looked at her she asked, "What happened? Is she okay?" "She's fine Missy. Her last orgasm was just a little too much for her. Would you do me a favor and get a warm, damp wash cloth from the bathroom?" Missy was back shortly and I took the wash cloth from her. "I've never seen anything like that," she said. "Hell, I've never even dreamed of anything like that." I smiled and said, "Sharon is a very passionate young lady." I used the wash cloth to wipe the sweat from Sharon's lovely face, then from her breasts and torso. I was lightly cleaning her pussy when her eyelids fluttered, then opened. Sharon looked at me wide eyed for a few seconds then said in little more than a whisper, "That was a first. I never passed out before." "Did you have a nice little nap?" I smiled. "Wonderful," she said as she stretched, "It was a fantastic way to go to sleep, and a fantastic way to wake up." "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. "Enjoyed it? If I'd enjoyed it any more, I probably wouldn't have woken up at all." I kissed her gently, and she sighed and snuggled in for a few minutes. Eventually her hand found my erection and wrapped around it. "What have we here?" she asked. "It's nothing to worry about if you're too wiped out," I told her. "I'm never too wiped out for that," she told me. "I think I know just the place to put it." "You do? My but you're a greedy little girl." She giggled. "I'll show you how much of a little girl I am," she said as she pushed me onto my back, then mounted me. "Aahh. You want to play cowgirl, huh?" "Damned straight. I'm gonna ride this pony until he falls over from exhaustion." She started moving up and down on me, gently rubbing her clit in my pubic hair on each downstroke. I had become so excited eating my sweet lover that I knew it wouldn't be long before I climaxed. "Sweety, I don't know how long I'm going to last. You feel so good to me, I just can't take it." "That's okay, lover. I'm right with you. Let it go whenever you're ready." I was right. Within a couple of minutes I could feel myself building toward release. I think it must have been my first spurt that triggered Sharon's orgasm, as she was right with me. When we were finished, she collapsed on top of me. I held her and kissed her hair and stroked her back while we wound down. Finally I looked over and saw Bonnie and Beth staring at me. "I'm jealous," Beth said. "You haven't made me pass out in a long while." "Sorry little one," I said. "We just really seemed to click tonight." "It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Bonnie told us. "I know you guys are in love, but something like this really shows how much you love each other." I heard a muffled "Amen" from Sharon, then Beth, Bonnie, and Missy were giggling. "Is it always that good?" Missy asked. "It is always fantastic," Bonnie told her, "But, I've never seen anything that intense." "It looked like you two were enjoying yourselves too," Missy said to Bonnie and Beth. "Oh, Mom's good," Beth told her, "But there's nothing like having Mike's cock up my puss." "My daughter is such a lady," Bonnie laughed. "Seriously, Missy, girl/girl sex is fun, but unless you're a complete lesbian, there is nothing like girl/boy loving." "Amen," Sharon mumbled again. I rolled Sharon off me on the opposite side from Bonnie and kissed her eyes, nose, and lips. She turned toward me and laid her head on my right shoulder. "I think my love and I are going to sleep," I told the rest of them. "Missy, would you like to sleep in here with us?" Bonnie asked. "There's plenty of room on the bed." Missy hesitated for a few seconds then pulled off her nightgown and snuggled in behind Sharon. I don't know about the rest of them, but I never opened my eyes until bladder pressure forced me to abandon my cozy nook in the morning. ------- Tuesday, October 19, 1976 It was about a half hour before we had to be up for school when I had to go to the bathroom. After finishing my business and brushing my teeth, I went down to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. The pot had just finished and I was getting my first cup when Missy came unsteadily into the room. I told her good morning and asked if she'd like a cup. When she nodded, I retrieved a cup for her, filled it, and set it in front of her. "Thank you," she said, then sat there silently for a few minutes. I let her sit without disturbing her. "Thank you for letting me watch last night too. I know last night was special, but are you always that loving with Bonnie and Beth too?" "I try to be. Sometimes, a man or a woman's need is so great that all they want is the mechanical act. All of us have been in that situation at one time or another. What I like best though is like it was last night. Two people in love and sharing their love. It is the most fulfilling experience a person can have." "What I saw last night was not fucking. It was making love. Are you in love with Beth and Bonnie too?" "Yes, I am. It is a little different with them, but I am definitely in love with them. It would be difficult to share your mind with someone and not be in love with them." "Are you saying you all are going to fall in love with me and I'm going to fall in love with all of you?" "Once you start fully sharing your mind with all of us, then, yes. I'm sure that will happen." "And you guys included me, knowing that was going to happen?" "I guess you could say that. There's nothing strange about it though. You are smart, pretty, and you already had the ability to some extent anyway. I think it's more that we knew what the consequences were and were willing to accept them." Missy was still thinking about this when my three lovlies came in, all of them wearing what they slept in. Nothing. Sharon came directly to me and parked herself in my lap. She mumbled something then turned her face up to be kissed. I did what she wanted with pleasure. We talked and teased for a while then I asked Sharon if she'd like to take a shower with me. She agreed so I picked up my cup and took a last sip of coffee. Before I could get up, Missy came over and gave me a soft kiss on the lips. "I think you're right," she said before going back to her seat. It took a minute for me to connect what she said. ------- As we were going into school, I saw Ms. Richards going up the walk, so I ran to catch up with her. "Good Morning Ms. Richards," I said as I came abreast of her. "How are you this morning?" "I'm fine Mike. How are you doing?" "I'm okay. Ms. Richards, I am scheduled to take the government test on Monday, and I was wondering if I could take the Physics test as well." "Is that going to give you enough time to study, Mike?" "I'm really finished with my studying for government. I've read the book through and through. I would like to borrow a physics book though." "I'll tell you what, Mike. Stop back after lunch and I'll give you a physics book. On Monday morning, if you say you're ready for the test, I'll give it to you. If you're not ready, I'll postpone it." "That would be great, Ms. Richards. I really want to thank you for all of your help. I know we got off to a rocky start, but you've made things easier for my whole family over the last few weeks and I really appreciate it." "That's all right, Mike. I'm just doing my job. Actually I'm doing my job better than I have in years. Oh, by the way. When it's just you and me, please call me Thelma." "I'd like that, Thelma. Now, I'd better run or I'm going to be late for class." I took off like the proverbial bat, and made it into government class before the second bell. ------- "Good morning Dr. Cunningham," Thelma said as the man entered her office for the second time. "What can I do for you this morning?" "You asked for a release signed by Mrs. Green," he said as he handed her a sheet of paper. It was well worded and carried a signature. It had been signed four days before. "Okay, Dr. Cunningham, hang on a second while I call our attorney and make sure I'm right on this." He nodded and Thelma picked up the phone and dialed. "This is Thelma Richards at the high school," she said when someone answered. "I have a Dr. Cunningham here in my office with a release signed by a student's mother authorizing me to turn over confidential information about the student to the doctor. The only problem is, Officer Clifton, the document is forged. I talked to the mother yesterday and she said she hadn't and wouldn't sign the paper. It was supposed to have been signed four days ago." When the word "forged" came out of her mouth, Cunningham was up and heading out the door. Thelma hung up without saying anything further. She had dialed 'Dial a Prayer'. ------- Bonnie did join us for lunch, and we had fun, as usual. Missy was all excited and asked when we were going to do the spy thing on her foster parents. "It depends on whether Butterman takes the bait tonight or not," Bonnie told her. "If he does, we'll do him tonight and the Christofersons tomorrow night. If not, we'll switch and do the Christofersons tonight. I would like to get any info we find out to Phil as soon as possible." "What time do they go to bed?" I asked Missy. "On week nights, the kids have to be in bed by 10:00 PM. They usually go to bed shortly after that." When lunch was over, I walked the girls to their next class. I was free for the rest of the day, so all I was going to do was pick up my physics book then go home. When we got to their classroom, Sharon gave me one of her toe curling kisses. When she finished, Missy stepped up and gave me one that was nearly as good. ? I asked Sharon. I stopped by Ms. Richards office and she gave me a big smile as I came in. "Hi Thelma. Do you have that physics book for me?" "I sure do, Mike. Sit down. I'd like to talk with you for a minute." I took a seat across from her and she went on. "Please tell your mother that Dr. Cunningham was back today with something he said she'd signed. I pretended I was calling the police, and he took off." "Who's Cunningham?" "I told your mother about him. He was wanting information on your IQ scores. I told him he needed a release signed by your mother before I would give him anything." "And he was back today saying Mom had signed a release?" "Yes, but like I said, he took off without getting what he wanted." "Thank you for not giving him anything Thelma. I'm sure Mom will appreciate it too." "You know Mike you have been doing very well on your tests. I just wanted to tell you again how sorry I am that we got off to such a bad start. It was all my fault. I guess I had just fallen into that trap where you go into work every day do the same old things and go home at night. You and your sister woke me up. I think I'm going to enjoy my job a lot more now, because I'll be looking for kids to help rather than just getting through the day." "Thelma, I'm happy if we could help. I think my father had fallen into the same kind of trap before he had his accident. Mom tells me that they had seemed to be growing apart from lack of trying rather than from anything being really wrong." "That's the kind of thing I'm talking about. In my case it was a work thing rather than a relationship thing. Relationships are one thing I don't have to worry about. My husband left me seven years ago and I haven't even dated since." "Maybe that's part of the problem, Thelma. You're still young enough and pretty enough to have any man you'd want. You should go out there and find someone who will appreciate you for who you are." She let out a big sigh. "Oh well. It sounds good, but I'm not attracted to very many men, and the ones I am attracted to are out of my reach for one reason or another. Anyway, thanks for listening, Mike. Here's the physics book. Remember to tell me if you're ready or not." I got up and laid my hand on her shoulder. "Think about what I said, Thelma. You really are a pretty woman, and definitely an intelligent one. Any man should be happy to have you." She smiled and took my hand and squeezed it. "I'll think about it Mike. Thank you for your kind words." Although my outward appearance didn't show it, I was very confused. Was she saying she was attracted to me? Was she just letting her hair down and being vulnerable to a friend? I hoped I had helped her without leading her on in any case. I figured I'd repeat the conversation to Bonnie when I got home. If anyone could figure it out, she would be the one to do it. ------- Chapter 12 I repeated both conversations with Ms. Richards to Bonnie exactly as they had occurred. "Mike, this Cunningham character scares me. Ms. Richards said he introduced himself as a doctor and said he was a colleague of Dr. Franks. I don't think a doctor would be bringing a forged document in to get information. He'd go through the proper channels." "I agree with you Bonnie. There is something wrong about him. Thelma tells me she has removed mine and Beth's files from the cabinet they were in and hid them. She says they are someplace no one will find them, so I don't think he'll get anything through the school. I'll ask Thelma to call Dr. Franks tomorrow and warn him what his colleague is up to." "I guess that's about all we can do. I sure would like to know who he is and what he wants the information for." We sat in silence for a few minutes then I asked, "So, what do you think, Bonnie? Is Thelma coming on to me?" "My first reaction is to say yes. Then again, she may be impressed by your IQ and be asking for advice. I'd say to just let her take the initiative and see what comes up. I'm sure she's not going to try to rape you or anything, so let her make the moves. At any rate, you gave her some good advice, so you have nothing to feel bad about." "Thank you, Bonnie. I just don't want to get into an awkward situation where someone gets hurt." "You don't have much of a choice, Mike. If she opens herself up to being hurt, just try to ease her down as easily as possible." "Thanks lovely lady. I knew I could count on you for some good advice." ------- I picked up the girls after school and brought them home. We sat on the patio for a little over an hour, munching on chips and drinking sodas. When I thought it was about time football practice was letting out, we all got in the Suburban and went to Betty's. We were hungry so we ordered two large pizzas. That took a few minutes for everyone to agree on toppings. The pizzas had just arrived and we were digging in when Butterman came in. Bonnie gave him a big smile again, and this time she said, "Hi." "Hi yourself, pretty girl," Butterman answered. "You must be new here. I haven't seen you around school much." "Yes, I am new. I just started here this week. I'm Bonnie, by the way." "Well, hello Bonnie. I'm Jim Butterman." "Oh I know who you are. Everyone knows the captain of the football team." "Look Bonnie, I have to meet some friends right now, but would you want to go out with me tomorrow night?" "That would be nice, Jim. Why don't you meet me here at 7:00 tomorrow night. I'll be looking forward to it." He left us with a smirk and never a glance at Missy. "This guy is a jerk," I said to no one in particular. "If he felt bad about how things went with Missy he'd have told her so. I still want to cut his dick off. Would you like to start your collection with his cock Sharon?" "No way lover. It's hard to tell what kind of disease he might have. If you do cut it off, be sure to wear rubber gloves, and dispose of it where innocent people won't be contaminated." "You wouldn't want it for a cocksickle then?" "I wouldn't suck it with someone else's mouth," Sharon said. "Calm down guys," Bonnie went into mother mode. "I don't want anyone else hearing you." I blushed. "I'm sorry Bonnie. I guess I wouldn't either." They all laughed at me, but everyone knew what I meant. We finished our pizzas and took off. As we got into the car I asked, "Are we going to pay a visit to the Christofersons tonight?" "I think tonight would be a fine night for a visit," Bonnie agreed. "Let's plan on leaving the house around 10:30." "Awh gee. I planned to be in bed by then," I teased. "Michael, you can postpone your libidinous thoughts until after our visit," Bonnie told me. "Since you've tested out of all of your Monday, Wednesday, and Friday classes, you don't even have to go to school tomorrow." "Yes Mommie," I said as I wheeled the car into our driveway. ------- We killed time until Bonnie said we should leave for Missy's foster parents. I took the time to go through the business news, but didn't see anything interesting. When we pulled up in front of the Christoferson house, it was dark. Evidently we had timed it just right. Missy wasn't sure of what to do, so we showed her how to link her mind with ours. Bonnie led the way, and we invaded Darrel first. God what a quagmire. This man was a slime bucket and the state allowed him to be a foster parent. Not only was this guy having sex with the fourteen year old girl and the nine year old girl who were staying with him now, he had had sex with nearly every young girl who had stayed with them over the last twenty years. Fortunately for us, he had kept a pictorial record of most of his conquests. Betty was just as bad as her husband. She had participated in seducing or raping the young girls, one was only six years old. She had been his photographer and had choreographed many of the scenes they had set up. She loved to watch her husband fuck a girl while she rode her face. They had a special room in their basement behind a panel with bondage equipment and photographic equipment. This was also where all of their special pictures were stored. "God! What a pair!" I said. "So, what do we do now?" "I guess we give the information to Phil," Bonnie said. "I have an idea," Missy said. "What is it?" Bonnie asked. "What if I went to the police and told them the Christofersons had tried to rape me. I could say they dragged me to this room in the basement but that I'd gotten away." "It could work," I said, "but you'd have to have a pretty detailed story. They'll ask you questions for hours and try to mess up your story." "I know that," Missy agreed. "If you guys stayed in my mind and helped me though, they shouldn't be able to shake me." "That would be some pretty close mental contact Sweety. Are you ready for that?" Bonnie asked. "Yes, I'm very ready for that." "Okay, we need to find out a good time that this is supposed to have happened," I said. "That means we need to go back into these sick minds to find a time when they were alone. We can look at tonight first. If we're lucky we won't have to go any further." "I agree," Bonnie told us. "It is a very brave thing you're going to do, Missy." "Bonnie, I have to do something to help those other girls. If I let it go on I'd hate myself." We went back in. Oh God help me! I wanted to go in and kill both of them. I wanted it bad. I know Sharon could sense that. She took my hand and held it while we made our entry. We were lucky. Tonight had been a quiet evening for them. The girls who were staying there had gotten into trouble for fighting and had been sent to bed at 8:00. The two boys had been out playing basketball until 10:00 and had just made it in before they had to be in bed. That left a two hour window during which Missy could say it had happened. We went home, and as I drove we all offered suggestions as to how it could have happened. "We need to keep things as near to the truth as we can," I said. "We can say I drove Missy over here to pick up some things she needed. We can say I waited in the car while she tried to get what she wanted. We can say the Christofersons didn't know I was waiting in the car." "Those are all true statements," Bonnie said. "Now though we have to deviate from it a little." By the time we got home we had a pretty convincing tale made up for Missy to tell. We all knew every detail of the story, and with all of us helping each other it would be pretty hard to shake. "The only problem I see with it is the lack of physical evidence," Bonnie said. "I'm not sure an accusation is enough to get a search warrant." "You're right," I said. "I hadn't thought of that." "If Mike could take me back over there," Missy said. "I could go in and get a picture or two from the room." "That's a good idea Missy," Bonnie said, "but, let's all go. You and Mike can go in the house and the rest of us will monitor everyone else in the house and make sure they stay asleep." I was pulling back out of our driveway even as she spoke. Missy opened the door with her key when we got there and she and I went into the house. We turned on lights as we needed them, knowing no one was going to notice. The basement was paneled, and we knew just which panel to press on to gain entry. The pictures were in an unlocked filing cabinet, and we went through them until we found a couple we could use. One showed Darrel sodomizing a girl who couldn't have been more than eight or nine years old. In another, Betty was holding a little girl down while Darrel screwed her. The look on the girls face brought tears to my eyes. We turned out the lights and left. When we got back to the house, we decided we should go in to the police station to make the complaint. We decided Missy needed some bruises to prove her point, so I lightly grasped her right arm and Bonnie did the same to her left. We caused non-painful bruises to form where our fingers made contact. I then caused a large bruise to form around her right eye, giving her one heck of a shiner. "Honey, if someone touches one of your bruises you need to flinch and say ouch or something like it hurts," I told Missy. "Maybe we should let them hurt Mike. I want this to be realistic. I can stand a little pain to put these two away." After some argument, we finally agreed. The bruises were impressive by the time we reached police headquarters. We talked to a desk sergeant first and then he called in a detective. The detective introduced himself as Detective Morris. We introduced ourselves and he asked Missy what had happened. "Mike took me over to my foster parent's place tonight to pick up some things I needed. I'm filing for manumission and I've been staying with Bonnie until everything gets straightened out. I work for Bonnie at MBBS Enterprises." "Okay, I was wondering what your relationship was to these people. Mike, are you Bonnie's son?" "Yes sir," I said. "Go on Missy," Morris encouraged. "Mr. Christoferson has been making passes at me for quite a while. That is the main reason I am filing for manumission. I thought I'd be safe with Mike waiting in the car, but I guess I forgot to tell them he was waiting." She paused and took a sip of water. "As soon as I got inside, Mr. Christoferson grabbed me and said it was time I learned a lesson. I tried to pull away, but his wife grabbed my other arm. They dragged me down to the basement and opened up this secret room that they have. I was scared to death because there were all kinds of strange looking things in the room." "What kinds of things, Missy?" "Well, you know sometimes you see in an old movie where they have someone chained to the wall? They had those things. They also had handcuffs and I think you call them leg irons. The had blindfolds and whips. I was starting to panic." Missy took another sip of water. "Mrs. Christoferson pulled some pictures out of a cabinet and said that they were going to do this to me. She said they had fun with all of their girls and it was time I did my share. I started to cry and Mr. Christoferson hit me in the eye." Missy sobbed for a few minutes then Morris asked, "How did you get away from them Missy?" "I guess Mike had gotten tired of waiting because the doorbell rang. Mr. Christoferson whirled around and I broke loose and ran. I grabbed a couple of the pictures and was up the stairs before they even realized I was running." "Did you bring the pictures with you Missy?" you could hear the excitement in Morris' voice when he asked. Missy opened her purse and handed the pictures to the detective. His eyes grew wide and then he grinned. "I'm not grinning about what's in the pictures, Missy. I'm grinning because we're going to hang the bastards. Did they touch you sexually or anything like that?" "No sir. They just grabbed my arms and Mr. Christoferson hit me. Mrs. Christoferson had just picked up some handcuffs when Mike rang the bell." "Missy, you are a very brave young lady for coming in like this. I'm going to try to make this as easy on you as possible. I will need for you to see a doctor though, and they will take some pictures of your bruising. I'll also need for you and Mike to come in tomorrow to talk with an assistant DA. He'll want you to make a deposition stating what happened." "We'll do that detective. Do I need to see a specific doctor?" "Yes. Missy. I'll have a uniformed officer take you to the hospital. They'll know what to do. I'll make an appointment with the DA and call you in the morning about that." "So what happens now?" Bonnie asked. "As soon as you guys leave for the hospital, I'm going to wake up a judge and get a search warrant. With luck, I'll have it within the hour, and a few minutes after that about twenty people are going to be knocking on the Christoferson's door. I'll be in front of all of them." "Detective Morris, when you go into the basement, turn right. Mr. Christoferson pressed in on the top right of the second panel and it popped open." "Thank you Missy. I wish all of the people who come in were as intelligent as you are. You just saved me a lot of time, and maybe preserved some evidence we'd have destroyed if we'd of had to break it down." Morris made a phone call and within a few minutes a young officer appeared. Morris explained what was needed and told him we were free to go after Missy had seen the doctor. Bonnie rode with Missy in the patrol car and I followed in the Suburban. I called. Sharon responded. I explained everything that had happened, and then said, Beth said. It didn't take nearly as long at the hospital as I thought it would. Within an hour we were on our way to the Christoferson house. Just before we pulled up behind Beth, we heard, I told her. We were watching through Mr. Christoferson's eyes and listening through his ears as he made his way to the door to answer the loud pounding. He was pissed, and was going to give someone a piece of his mind. His attitude changed abruptly to one of fear when he opened the door and detective Morris pushed his way inside. "Darrel Christoferson, you are under arrest for the assault and attempted rape of Melissa Silvers," Morris said. He went on to read Christoferson his rights and asked if he understood them. "But, I didn't... ," Christoferson tried to say, but Morris cut him off. "We have a warrant to search your home, Mr. Christoferson. First I want everyone in the house in the living room." One of the officers handcuffed Christoferson, and two officers went upstairs to round up everyone else. They placed Mrs. Christoferson under arrest when they had her with her husband. The search of the house didn't take long. They found a few pictures in the master bedroom. These by themselves would have been enough to have put the pair away for life. What they found in the basement would take days even to catalog. "I don't think we have to worry about them any more," I said. "I think they're going away for a long time." "From what I picked up from Morris, they'll never see the outside world again," Bonnie agreed. "Ladies, it's almost 5:00 AM. What do you say we go and get some sleep?" When we got back to the house, Bonnie called the school and left a message on the answering machine telling them that Beth, Sharon, and Missy would be out due to a family emergency. All of us except Missy headed to Bonnie's room and started undressing. I had just slid in under the covers with Beth on one side and Sharon on the other when Missy came in. "Do you mind if I sleep in here with you guys tonight?" she asked. "Not at all," Bonnie told her as Sharon slid closer to me to make room. I was cuddled up to Sharon's back with one arm over her, caressing her breast. When Missy got in, she slid close to Sharon and gave her a light kiss on the lips. She then turned on her back, pulled my hand from Sharon's breast, and placed it on her own. It felt nice, but I was feeling guilty. I said as I began to caress Missy's left breast. I fell asleep with her large firm nipple pressing into my palm. ------- Wednesday, October 20, 1976 ------- I awoke first this morning. Sometime during the night I had released my hold on Missy and was now cuddling one of Sharon's bountiful boobs again. I slipped out of bed without waking anyone and did my duty in the bathroom. I went down to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee then made a phone call. "Ms. Richards speaking," I heard when she answered. "Hi Thelma, this is Mike Green." "Oh, hi Mike. How are you doing?" "I'm doing pretty good Thelma. I really called about Beth, Sharon Mayhew, and Melissa Silvers." "I heard they weren't in school today, Mike. Something about a family emergency?" I explained to her what had happened, at least what we told the police had happened. When I finished I could tell she was totally shocked. When she had her wits about her again she asked, "Should I set up an appointment with Dr. Franks for her?" "No, Thelma. Mom has arranged for private counseling for her. She's supposed to see someone tomorrow afternoon. I just wanted to let you know what was going on. You can share this with Mr. Andrews if you'd like, but we'd rather it didn't become common knowledge." "I can understand that Mike. What are you guys doing? Are you trying to move the whole student body into your house? First Sharon, now Missy?" I laughed. "No, Thelma. Just all of Beth's friends it seems." "From what I hear, Sharon is a lot more friendly to you than she is to Beth," she teased. "Well, you may have a point there. Sharon is my fiance. We will be married as soon as she's old enough." "Oh, Mike. Getting married young can cause a lot of problems. It's hard for a young couple without a college degree to make it financially. That causes problems in all areas." "I'm aware of that Thelma. We have given it a lot of thought, and will continue to do so, but we are fortunate that money will not be a problem." "Are the rumors I've been hearing true then? Your track coach was telling everyone yesterday that you are worth several million and that you are planning to retire by the time you're twenty." "Thelma, we have been very lucky in some investments we've made. I don't normally say anything about that because I don't want it to change how people think about us. The coach made Mom mad when he started telling me I had to make something of myself, so she told him off. She may have exaggerated about when I'm going to retire, because I enjoy trying to figure out what stocks are going to boom and which ones aren't. I may continue doing that my entire life." "Mike, I haven't seen you brag about anything yet. If you were going to brag, you certainly had the opportunity when you got back your IQ scores. Coach Daniels is a sorehead. If things don't go his way, he has to make a big stink about it. I'm afraid he's told the entire faculty his story, and probably all of the kids he coaches. Your Mom really told off the wrong person when she told off the coach." "I'll tell her that, Thelma, and thanks for passing it along. You know we all appreciate what you've done for us, don't you?" "I know it Mike, but for the most part I'm just doing my job. I must admit I'm enjoying it a lot more lately." "Thelma, there is something else I'd like for you to look into if you could. There were four other kids staying with the Christofersons. The older ones would be attending our school. I can get their names for you if you'd like. Something needs to be done about them." "Are they all high school age Mike?" "No, there is one little girl who is nine years old. I'm not sure about the others ages, although I know that some of them are teenagers. Both of the girls were molested by their foster parents. They should have counseling of some kind. I hate the thought of them getting back into the system and possibly have the same situation again." "Yeah, I know what you mean Mike. Do you know if the boys were molested too?" "I really don't know. It seems to Christoferson is more into little girls. The younger the better." "That is sick Mike." "Yes it is. I'll have to admit I like teenage girls myself, although I find that older women are far sexier." "Michael! You should be ashamed of yourself," Thelma laughed. "Just how old are you talking about?" "Oh, I don't know. Their thirties maybe?" "You are a shameless young man Mike. Until recently I never thought I could be attracted to anyone who was much younger than me. I've had to re-evaluate my thinking though." "I hear Mom coming down so I'd better get off of here and give her the bad news about the coach. I'll stop by to say hi tomorrow if that's okay." "Certainly Mike. Anytime. One more thing though, tell Bonnie that Dr. Franks' office was broken into last night. They don't know yet what might have been taken, but I'm wondering if it might have something to do with this Cunningham character." "It would make sense Thelma. I'll be sure to tell her." It wasn't Bonnie that I heard coming in. It was Missy. I was happy to see she had adopted the dress code of the family and was completely nude. "Good morning Sunshine," I said. "Would you like some coffee?' "In a minute," she mumbled as she walked up to me. She put her hands on my shoulders, then stepped in close and laid her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and hugged her close. We had been standing there for quite a while when I saw Sharon come in behind her. "What's going on here?" Sharon asked, mock anger in her voice. "Are you guys getting it on?" "No, but we might have been if you hadn't come in," Missy laughed as she pulled back. "Hey, don't let me cause huggus interruptus," Sharon giggled. "Huggus interruptus?" "Yeah, like when a guy has to pull out before he's finished it's called coitus interruptus." "Oh My God," I groaned. I fixed us all some coffee and we sat around the breakfast nook. We had only been sitting there a few minutes when Bonnie and Beth showed up. I filled everyone in on my conversation with Thelma. "Me and my big mouth," Bonnie said. "That must have been one of my blonde days. I just had to put the bastard down." "I don't see how it can cause us any problems, Bonnie. It may cause some of the kids to start trying to get friendly, but I think we're all smart enough to ignore the gold diggers. It would be different if we couldn't read their intentions." Yeah, I'm glad you got rid of Shiela when you did. She's a gold digger if I ever saw one," Beth said. "I'm just glad I found Sharon when I did. She had no idea we had money when we hooked up." "Amen," Sharon laughed. "Here I thought I was just getting involved with your every day, common, garden variety, nerd." "Tickle monster," I yelled then attacked with vigor. I didn't stop until Sharon yelled she was going to pee if I didn't let up. Bonnie called Phil's office and made an appointment for early afternoon. Since it was almost noon now, she left to get ready. The girls and I talked for a while then decided to go into town for lunch. We went to a little hole in the wall Mexican restaurant where the prices were low and the quantity and quality were high. If you don't live in Texas or California you have no idea what good Mexican food is. I had a burrito that was at least three inches high and three inches wide and stretched completely across a large dinner plate. The burrito had shredded beef instead of ground beef and was spiced to perfection. On one side of the burrito was Spanish rice and on the other side was refried beans with melted cheese on top. I was in heaven. I almost managed to eat it all. The price of this sumptuous meal? $3.95. Kiss my ass Taco Bell! I had to take Missy in to the DA's office to give her deposition. The process took a couple of hours, but the assistant DA informed her that she wouldn't need to do anything else except possibly testify when the Christofersons went to trial. We spent most of the rest of the afternoon just laying around the house. I drifted off to sleep at one point with Sharon nestled on my lap. I was out for over an hour, and probably wouldn't have awakened then if it hadn't been for bladder pressure. We fixed sandwiches for dinner after Bonnie came home. She told us she'd gotten all of the paperwork started to have Missy manumitted, but that Missy would have to go in tomorrow to sign the papers. Before long, it was time for Bonnie to go on her date. God what an eventful couple of days. Sharon and I drove the Suburban out to Smittering Point while Beth and Missy followed Bonnie to Betty's. Beth and Missy stayed in their car while Bonnie went in to meet Butterman. Sharon and I talked back and forth with Beth and Missy while we waited. Bonnie had been inside almost an hour when Beth saw them coming out. Sharon and I watched through Beth's eyes as they walked toward Butterman's car. Bonnie was holding on to his arm, looking up into his eyes. He didn't open the car door for her, but he did kiss her before she got in. I wanted to cut his balls off. ------- Chapter 13 When they pulled out of the parking lot, they were headed in our direction. I breathed a sigh of relief. Beth stayed about two blocks behind them. I told her. Bonnie said. They pulled in about three spaces down from us. There was a pickup truck with a topper between us and them. When Beth and Missy arrived, they went on past us and parked a couple of spaces on past Bonnie. "Well beautiful, here we are," Jim said. How do you like Smittering Point?" "It's nice out here, Jim. Do you come out here often?" "No doll. I've only been here a couple of times. I'm shy and don't date much." "A nice looking guy like you? I can't imagine you not dating." "Well, you know I went out with Missy. I've seen you with her. I guess I'm just a little inexperienced and she came on a little strong. I think she thought I was trying to rape her or something." "Missy is a pussy. She is scared of her shadow and wouldn't know a real man if she saw one." "So you think I'm a real man?" "Absolutely. I think you're a real sexy man." Jim was kissing her but Bonnie talked to us during the whole thing. It made it a little easier to take. "Oh Jim. That was so nice. I think we should get to know each other a little better before you play with my breasts though." "What's to know doll? I know you are a beautiful babe and you said I'm a handsome guy. What else do we need to know?" He pulled Bonnie to him and started kissing her again. "What'd you do that for, bitch? I thought you liked me." "I do like you Jim, I just want to take it easy." "You just made a big mistake cunt. I don't take that kind of shit from no bitch." "So I was beautiful now I'm a bitch and a cunt? I think you'd better take me home Jim." "I'm gonna take you all right. I'm gonna take your cunt. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't see straight." "Let go of me Jim. I'm not going to fuck you. In fact I'm not going to go out with you again." "We'll see about that, bitch. When I get through fucking your pretty pussy you ain't gonna ever want anyone else." "But Jim, I don't want you to fuck me!" "I don't care what you want cunt. I want to fuck you and I don't care if you want it or not." Bonnie said. I was out of the car before she'd even started to say anything. As I ran toward his car I could see Beth and Missy scrambling out of theirs. I had his door open before he even realized I was there. I grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him out. He landed face up, and Beth kicked him in the side before he fully came to rest. I hit him in the nose and blood splattered. He grabbed my wrist just as Beth kicked him in the side of the head. He was out like a light. I doubt he even felt the kick Sharon gave him to his left hip. We helped Bonnie out of the car and over to the Suburban. We left Butterman laying on the ground beside his car. Bonnie wasn't hurt, except her pride. He had torn her blouse and had tried to pull off her bra. We took her home and got her into a hot bath. While she was soaking, we played the recording and it was everything we hoped it would be. We made three copies of it and hid them in different places. I would be taking one of them to school tomorrow to play over the loud speaker system. Who'd have thought it. Two nights in a row with no sex. Bonnie was in bed first, and I snuggled up to her. I asked. "I'm fine, Mike. I could have stopped him at any time, I just didn't want to do anything to him mentally because I didn't want him to be able to say something happened." "I understand Sweety. It made you feel dirty, didn't it?" "Yes it did Mike. Sex with you or with the girls is beautiful. I can understand why Missy is turned off toward sex. I know I sure don't feel like it tonight." I lay there holding her until I felt someone slip in behind me. Two soft breasts pushed into my back and an arm went around my chest and pulled me closer. "Bonnie my love, I'm going to turn over and give my wonderful fiance a goodnight kiss. Would you snuggle up to my back?" "With pleasure." I turned over and was surprised to see it wasn't Sharon snuggled up to me. Missy smiled and said, "I'm not your fiance, but I would like a kiss." Sharon was smiling over Missy's shoulder at me so I did as Missy asked. I gave her a tender kiss and started to pull away. She put her hand behind my head to hold me there. The kiss went from engine idle to fire the afterburners in a matter of seconds. Mr. Friendly immediately stood up to be recognized, and Missy sighed when he pressed into her pubic hair. When we finally broke apart, I said, "Wow!" Missy said, "Wow!" Sharon said, "Wow!" Beth said, "That looked like fun. Can you spare one for your sister?" I said, "I think one of those a night is about all I could take." Missy giggled and Sharon said, "We'll see about that." Sharon leaned over Missy and pulled me into one of her patented four alarm kisses. I'll swear my toes were still curled when I woke up the next morning. ------- Thursday, October 21, 1976 ------- Oh God! A school day. Only a little over a week to go until I only had one class to attend. We finally got every one clean, dressed and fed and headed out. "Do you guys know what day this is?" I asked. No one answered, so I told them. "This is the day Josh comes back to school." "You're right," Sharon agreed. "Are we going to do it to him today?" "I think we should. Has anyone been thinking about what class to have him do it in?" "I have," Beth said. "He has English with Mrs. Frazier. I hate the bitch so I'd like to see him do it on her desk." "I never really liked her either. Sounds good to me," I said. "Ok Frazier's class it is. It's the first period after lunch for him," Beth informed us. "I have one other question," I told them. "Does anyone have any idea how I can play this tape over the loud speakers?" There was a lot of mumbling and a few half assed suggestions before Missy spoke up. "Bobbie Thompson works in the office and he has a crush on me. I think if I asked him nicely and hinted I might be willing to go out with him, he'd play it for me." "Would he rat you out then when they come down on him?" Sharon asked. "I don't think so, but if he did, I'd just deny it." "I wiped all the finger prints off it and put it in an envelope and then in plastic bag," I told them. "There's no way they could trace it back to us." "Okay, I'll ask him when we get there. I think he's in the office during second period. Would that be a good time?" "Perfect," I said. ------- Bobbie Thompson did his job perfectly. The tape started out where Butterman said, "What'd you do that for, bitch? I thought you liked me." It played through until you could hear the car door opening. The school was in an uproar. It was obvious to everyone who knew Jim Butterman who was doing the talking. No one admitted to knowing who the female voice was. I talked with Thelma afterwards and she told me Butterman had been suspended and that the tape had been turned over to the police. Just as a side note, Butterman couldn't even get a date to the prom that year, and although he went stag, none of the girls would dance with him. Missy told us at lunch that Bobbie had started the tape and had gone to run some errands for Mr. Andrews. The fact that he locked the media room before he left allowed the tape to play through to it's conclusion. He claimed he had no idea who started the tape, and had left the room unlocked. "Bobbie says they may take is job away from him, but he was tired of it anyway," Missy said. The only thing that dampened our spirits at all at lunch time was when Josh walked through and did his finger pointing and trigger pulling routine. Sharon got up and pretended she was a guy pissing in a bucket. Everyone in the cafeteria roared and Josh beat a hasty retreat. I asked. Beth kicked in from her classroom. Missy giggled. Sharon said mentally. Beth said. We were all giggling by now, and people started to look at us funny. Lunch was nearly over so I suggested we leave. ------- Oh God! I thought we'd blown it! Josh got up and did his thing just like Beth wanted it to happen. When he started making his deposit on Mrs. Frazier's desk, she passed out. Everyone thought she'd had a heart attack, but evidently she'd only fainted. After it was all over and we found out that Mrs. Frazier was fine, Beth said, Missy and Sharon's teacher tried to make them tell him why they'd cracked up, but they would only tell him it was a female thing. I waited until the end of the period then stopped by Thelma's office. Luckily she was alone. "Can you spare me a few minutes, Thelma?" I asked. "Mike, I can spare time for you any time you want it," she said with a big smile. "I just wondered if you'd heard about Josh," I said as I sat down across from her. "Yes. Isn't that a shame. He's a friend of yours isn't he?" "Well, he was a friend at one time, Thelma. I don't know what you've heard about why I was in a coma, but he and I stopped being friends because of that." "Mike, there were all kind of rumors floating around about you. Would you care to tell me about it?" "I trust you Thelma, but I'd have to ask you never to repeat what I tell you, and to not report it officially." She thought for a minute then said, "I can do that. I'd have a hard time believing you did anything illegal, so I see no reason to report anything." "Stupid, but no, I didn't do anything illegal. Have you heard of the Flatliners?" "Aren't they the ones who are trying to find out what happens after death?" "That's the idea. Flatliner refers to the trace on a heart monitor. When you die, your heart stops, and the trace line becomes flat. I don't know how, but Josh talked me into joining this group. The idea was they'd stop someone's heart, wait a few seconds then perform CPR to bring him back. He was supposed to tell everyone what it was like to be dead." "And they picked you," she said. "They picked me. Actually we drew straws and I lost. They cut off the circulation to my brain. Instead of my heart stopping like they thought it would, I went into a coma. Josh and the others ran, but someone did call the paramedics." "You're lucky they did, Mike. You could have easily died." "I came very close, Thelma. When I did come out of the coma, I had amnesia for a couple of weeks before things started to come back to me." "But, you remember everything now?" "Yes, but there are some things I haven't tried to remember. I have no idea why I agreed to do it, except that my father was killed in an accident three years ago." "Oh, Mike. I'm so sorry. This has had to be tough on you." "Yes and no. Josh tried to pick up our friendship afterwards, but I wasn't interested. He got pretty angry and said some nasty things to me and Sharon. I don't understand why he's doing these crazy things now, but it is probably just an extension of the crazy things he's done in the past." "I'd say you're right, Mike. You know, being in a coma was probably one of the best things that's ever happened to you. You are much more mature since then and a much more likeable person. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were my age or older from the way you speak and the insights you have into things." "Sometimes I feel like I'm a hundred," I told her. "Other times I feel like I'm twelve." "Well, you certainly don't act like you're a hundred, or twelve either. You act like a mature, responsible adult. If you'd like, I'll let you know what is going on with Josh. I know the police took him away today, but I don't know how long they'll hold him." "Yes, I'd like that Thelma. I'm afraid they'll hold him for quite a while. Masturbating in front of a classroom full of students is a sexual offense. They get pretty uptight about things like that." Thelma laughed. "I know it's naughty, but I'd have kind of liked to have been there myself. Please don't think badly of me Mike. I think everyone has a little bit of the voyeur in them." It was my turn to laugh. "Maybe it's a woman thing, Thelma. Sharon and Missy were saying the same thing." ------- When we got home, we had to tell Bonnie all about Josh and about Jim Butterman. She cracked up when we showed her the images of Josh squirting all over Mrs. Frazier's desk. I asked. Sharon laughed. Missy asked. Beth said. Bonnie informed them. Everyone turned to look at me. Bonnie laughed. Sharon said as she lunged for me. I was managing to fight her off and get in a little tickling of my own when Beth joined the fight. I was still managing to get a hand full of tit on occasion until the other two females grabbed my arms and held me down. I thought I was going to pass out before they finally relented. Bonnie and I made love that night. Bonnie played cowgirl while Sharon and Beth stroked her nipples, back, and butt. Missy alternated between kissing me and feeding me her incredible nipples to suck and chew on. I managed to rub Missy to a climax just before Bonnie reached hers. Bonnie's pussy was snapping as she orgasmed, and this pushed me over the edge. I fell asleep with Bonnie still on top of me and Missy and Beth cuddled to either side of me. Life is good! ------- Friday, October 22, 1976 ------- Technically I didn't have to go to school today. I could have stayed in bed and enjoyed a day off. On the other hand, I knew I would miss having lunch with Sharon and Missy, so I decided to go in and leave right after lunch. I went to home room, then wandered down to Thelma's office. She was with a student, so I just waved and started to go on. She held up her hand, then motioned for me to go into the testing room. I was sitting in the chair where I usually take my tests when Thelma came in wearing a big smile. "Good morning. How's my favorite student this morning?" "I'm doing good, Thelma. How about you?" "I'm fine. Did you need something specific or did you just stop by to talk?" "I'm sorry. I didn't really have a reason for coming in. I know you're busy and I really shouldn't bother you.>" "Mike, you are never a bother. You have an open invitation to come in any time you want. If I'm with someone, just come on in here. If I'm going to be tied up for a while I'll come in and tell you." "Thanks, Thelma. Sometimes I do need to just talk. Since I'm here, there is one thing you might help me with." "What's that?" "My home room teacher is still calling my name for attendance. I don't have any classes today, and I really didn't need to come in. Within two weeks I won't have any classes I'm enrolled in. Is there any way for her to stop counting me absent if I decide I just want to stay home one day?" "Why don't we do it this way Mike? I'll have your home room teacher mark you present every day. While you're still in classes your teacher will mark you absent if you miss the class." "That sounds good, Thelma. I'm not trying to get out of anything, I just don't want to be tied down to coming in on days I don't have any classes." "This way you won't have to be. I do hope you'll show up from time to time just to talk though." "I plan to," I said with a smile. "You are having a big effect on me Mike. Not only have I reevaluated myself at work. I'm doing the same thing in my personal life. I haven't dated since my husband left and I'm going to try to do something about that." "Do you mind if I ask a personal question, Thelma?" "Not at all." "How old are you?" Thelma laughed. "That is personal. I'm 33, Mike." "You've seen my mother. To me she looks like she's about eighteen. She's really 37 years old. When I got out of the hospital this summer, Mom, Beth and I all started an exercise program. It really helps." "Are you saying I'm out of shape, Mike?" she asked in a mock serious voice. I could see the twinkle in her eye though. "Can I get very personal in describing what I see?" She hesitated for a second then glanced at the door. "Just a second," She said. She got up, went out the door, and came immediately back in. "I turned the 'Testing in Progress' light. Now you can get personal." "Okay. Turn around slowly once." Thelma did. "What I see is a very pretty woman. Your face is beautiful, Thelma. Your breasts are high and firm. Your butt sags a little, but would tone up within a week. You have about five extra pounds around your middle, but that too would go away in a couple of weeks. What I can see of your legs is fantastic." "Oh my. I've never had a student talk about my breasts or butt before. Do you really think my face is pretty?" "No, I said beautiful and I mean beautiful." "Michael, if I were fifteen years younger, Sharon Mayhew and I would be going toe to toe about who was going to be your girlfriend. You really know how to make a woman feel good about herself." "Thank you pretty lady. You should really talk to Mom. I'm sure she could help you figure out what kind of exercise program you should be on. Within a month you could have every male teacher and half the students here walking on their tongues." "Mike, that is nasty. It does sound interesting though." "You said you were going to do something about dating. Do you have a plan as to how to meet an appropriate guy?" "Well, sort of. I called an old friend of mine last night. She's been bugging me for years to start dating. She's single and looking too. We're going out for drinks tonight and hopefully some dancing as well." "Where are you going?" Thelma named a lounge that was upscale and a bit yuppy. "I've never been there. Be careful though, Thelma." I went on to tell her about Beth's first encounter with Joe Ferguson. "She put the guy in the hospital? How in the world did she do that?" "She's been taking some self defense classes. When he grabbed her, she stomped his instep. He let loose of her hand so she buried her elbow in his solar plexis. He fell with his legs spread open so she pretended she was trying to kick a field goal. They had to remove one of his testicles." "My God! That girl is dangerous," Thelma laughed. "Maybe I should get her to teach me how to do that." "Yes she is, but there are men out there who are far more dangerous. Please be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt." "I will, Mike. I promise." I looked down at my watch and was totally shocked. "Thelma, do you realize it's almost lunch?" "Oh God! I'm supposed to have a report to the principal by just after lunch. I have to go Mike." "Not a problem," I said, getting up. Thelma got up at the same time, and our faces were inches apart. I thought for a moment she was going to kiss me, but then she blushed and turned away. ------- "It's Friday night ladies. What would everyone like to do?" I asked after we had finished dinner. Everyone was feeling lazy, but we finally decided to go see a movie. On the way to the theater I asked, "Has any of you guys heard anything about the Starlight Lounge?" "I've heard it's a pretty nice place," Bonnie told me. "The decor is 1940s, but the music is 50s and 60s and 70s. It's a family oriented place. They serve liquor in the bar, but the dance area is strictly soft drinks." "Thelma was saying she's going there tonight with a friend. I wouldn't want to show up and embarrass her, but would anyone want to try to do some dancing there tomorrow night?" Bonnie laughed. "Our first two attempts at dancing have been pretty scary. Are you sure you're up for this?" "I'm sure. Anyone else?" Everyone agreed it sounded like fun, so we decided to do it. The movie everyone decided on was a dud. I fell asleep about half way through. Bonnie punched me in the ribs twice to wake me up. She said I was snoring. Oh well, the movie was a snore. ------- When we went to bed, Beth said it was her turn to play cowgirl. She and Sharon got me ready and Beth mounted up. Missy started kissing me again, while Bonnie and Sharon became involved in a very interesting 69. I whispered to Missy, "Why don't you put your pussy on my mouth? I'll show you how to feel really good without having penetration." She hesitated a few minutes then started to climb on facing my head. "Sweety, if you face the other way you can watch Beth and me." She smiled from ear to ear and took my advice. God she has a sweet tasting pussy. I had been working on her for a couple of minutes when I heard a low moan coming from her. As she rode my face, the moan became a whine which raised in volume and frequency as she approached an orgasm. Missy's vocal accompaniment became a shriek when she topped out. I eased off, licking around the outside of her tasty pussy until she came down a little. Although I couldn't see it, I felt her reaction when Beth started to fondle her breasts. Missy's second orgasm was more intense than the first. Her third and fourth were even stronger. Finally, she pulled off of me, saying I was trying to kill her. She snuggled next to me and watched Beth building toward her third climax. After Beth and I had finished Sharon pushed Beth out of the way and snuggled next to me. I asked Missy, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" "Bad? Mike, I never knew anything could feel so good." ------- Chapter 14 Saturday October 23, 1976 Saturday was great. I pulled the solar cover off of the pool and the water was warm. The sun was shining and a gentle breeze was blowing just enough to keep you from becoming overheated. We spent the day in and around the pool. I found two stocks I marked for Bonnie to have ordered. One looked like it had potential for a quick turnover, but the other would probably be a slower growth. At least I knew that both companies would be there in twenty five years. We had an early dinner at home and went out to the Starlight Lounge at around 7:30. The place was very different from where we'd gone before. We didn't even go into the bar, but took a large table near the dance floor. We were told there was a cover charge of $10 per couple, so we coughed up $30 for the five of us. There were some extremely good dancers moving around the floor, and I was almost intimidated. One couple I noticed danced several dances then took a break and sat at their table with three kids ranging in age from around nine to twelve. We saw several family groups, and the whole atmosphere was one of friendly fun. There were also quite a few couples who appeared to be newly married or dating. No one seemed to be bothered by a kiss or a friendly grope, but there was no out and out necking going on. "I really like this place," I told the group. "People seem to be having fun but I don't see anyone who looks drunk." It wasn't long before I was gliding around the floor with Bonnie in my arms. When I dance with Bonnie I become ten times as good a dancer as I am with anyone else. I don't know what it is, but we just seem to fit perfectly. We danced to two songs and went back to our table. I was going to ask Beth next, but she wasn't at the table when I got there, so I asked Sharon. Dancing with Sharon is totally different than dancing with Bonnie. Sharon is every bit as good a dancer as Bonnie, but we are so aware of our bodies sliding against each other that dancing skills fall by the wayside. We swayed and rubbed and smiled our way through a couple of songs then went back to the table again. Missy was my next victim. As she came into my arms for our first dance I asked her if she knew where Beth was hiding. "She's dancing with Tommy Waters," she told me. "Who is Tommy Waters?" "Tommy goes to our school. He's a Freshman." "Oh. Is he a nice guy?" "I think he probably is. I don't know him very well. He seems like he's kind of a nerd. I see him and Beth talking all the time though, so I think she knows him pretty well." "Well, that's good. As long as she's safe. You know the stories of the last two times we went dancing." "Oh, I'm pretty sure Beth is safe. I'm not so sure about Tommy though. Beth had a very predatory look on her face when I saw them dance by a while ago." I couldn't help but laugh. For some reason I wasn't jealous at all. "You mean my little sister might try to have her wicked way with the poor little Freshman?" Missy started laughing too. "Gee, the way you two went at it last night, I'd have thought you'd have been jealous." "You know, a week ago and I probably would have been. I love Beth with all my heart, and selfishly I'd like to be the only man she's ever with. Realistically though I know that's not going to happen. I think I have finally reached a point where I can share her without being jealous." "Do you feel the same way about Bonnie?" I thought for a minute then answered. "I think so. I wouldn't be sure unless it happens, but I feel I could share her. The thing with Butterman was different. He's not someone I could share a toilet with let alone a precious lover." "Could you share Sharon?" "No!" I answered emphatically. "Maybe some day I'll be able to, but not now." "What about me?" "Missy, you have to know I love you. We've grown closer every day I've been around you. I find I feel more toward you like I do toward Sharon, rather than like how I feel about Beth or Bonnie. Maybe that's because we're not related. I don't know. We've made love, but we haven't had intercourse. That doesn't seem to make a difference in how I feel though. If you fall in love with someone else and leave me, I'll let you go. It'll break my heart though." "I don't think you have to worry about me falling in love with someone else. I love you too, Mike." We snuggled together and barely moved to the music for the rest of our two dances. We went back to our table and sat a couple of dances out. Bonnie and I were sipping on iced tea and the girls both had a Coke. Bonnie and I were talking about stocks when I felt someone lay their hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was Thelma and another woman. I got up and asked if they'd like to join us. "I wouldn't want to impose, Mike. I just wanted to say hello and introduce you to Marilyn." "Hi Marilyn, I'm Mike. This is my mother, Bonnie, my girlfriend, Sharon, and my friend, Missy. Ladies, I don't want to cramp your style. I know you're on the prowl and this is just a family group, but we really would like for you to join us." Bonnie looked at the two women and smiled. "Thelma, it is nice to see you again. You two are more than welcome to join us." The two women looked at each other and when Marilyn nodded, Thelma said, "Well, in that case, we'll take you up on your gracious offer." Thelma slid in beside me, and Marilyn went around to sit beside Bonnie. "What brings you lovely ladies out two nights in a row?" I asked. "It isn't two in a row, Mike. Marilyn got tied up at work yesterday and couldn't make it, so we postponed it until tonight." "I'm not sure this is the best place we could have come, now that we're here," Marilyn said. "It seems to be mostly couples and families here." Bonnie laughed. "If you're man hunting I guess you're right. We've had some bad experiences at a couple of places though so for us it is just right." "Mike was telling me about the guy Beth put in the hospital," Thelma said. "You must be very proud of her." "Oh I am, Thelma. Beth is a wonder to me at all times." "Isn't she with you guys tonight?" "She is but she isn't. I don't know if she was trolling or not, but she seems to have found a man at least for this evening. Do you know Tommy Waters, Thelma? He's here with his family tonight." "Yes, Tommy is a Freshman. A very intelligent Freshman. He's a little shy, but seems like a very nice young man." "He wasn't shy about coming over and asking Beth to dance," Bonnie laughed. "We haven't seen them for the last half hour except on the dance floor." "Speaking of dancing," I broke in. "Thelma, would you do me the honor of having the next dance with me?" "Most certainly, kind sir," she said as we got to our feet. When we got to the floor, I was going to keep a respectful distance between us, but Thelma stepped in close and laid her head on my shoulder. We started moving to the music and I whispered in her ear, "You look absolutely ravishing tonight Thelma." She leaned her head back and looked at me. "Thank you Mike. It feels good being here in your arms." "Well, it certainly feels good having you in my arms, Thelma." "Yesterday you said my breasts looked high and firm," she said blushing profusely. "Do they feel firm pressed against your chest?" "Yes, sweet lady, they do feel firm, but soft at the same time. In other words they feel absolutely wonderful." "Mike, I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. I don't know why, but over the last month I've started feeling very attracted to you. You're only sixteen and I'm thirty three. I know there's no way we could have a relationship, so I shouldn't tease." "Well, I certainly hope you weren't teasing. I'm very attracted to you as well, sweet lady. It isn't just physical either. You can't imagine how much pleasure I get from just talking with you. The physical attraction is there too, as I'm sure you can tell from what's poking into your belly." "Oh is that what that is? I thought you had a pool cue in your pocket," she giggled. We danced for a few minutes and I noticed we were on the opposite side of the floor from our table. I said, "Thelma," and when she looked up at me, I kissed her softly on the lips. "Oh God!" she said when our lips separated. "That was so nice, Mike, but I wouldn't want to cause problems for you and Sharon." "You are going to have to let me give you my lecture on love sometime. I love Sharon with all my heart. She loves me the same way. We both believe though that you can love more than one person equally and in the same way. Now, I'm going to shock the shit out of you, if you'll promise to never say anything about what I tell you to anyone else." "Remember, Mike, I'm a lot older, and not very easy to shock. I do promise never to tell anyone anything you say to me, now or in the future." "Sharon and I have made love. Sharon has watched me make love to other women. I've watched Sharon make love to other women. Does any of that shock you?" "Not really, Mike. I was at Woodstock. I watched several couples have sex, and watched one girl take on five guys in a row. The thing that does shock me a little though is your saying that you can love more than one person at the same time. I've always felt that way, but I never knew anyone else did." "We'll talk about that later, Thelma. I think I'd better give someone else a turn, and I don't want to prevent you from meeting someone interesting." "Oh, I've met someone interesting alright. Problem is, I'm twice as old as he is." As we got back to our table and I offered my hand to Bonnie I said, "I don't see that as a problem, Thelma." When Bonnie glided into my arms she asked, "What was that about?" "Thelma was coming on pretty strong to me, Sweety." "How did she come on to you?" "We had been talking yesterday about getting in shape and I told her she should talk to you about an exercise program. She asked me to evaluate how she looked. I told her her breasts were high and firm but her butt sagged and she needed to lose about five pounds off her tummy." "Okay..." "Well, when we were dancing, she asked me if her breasts felt firm where they were pressed into my chest." "Oh, my. That was coming on to you." "She also asked me if I had a pool cue in my pocket." At least a dozen people turned to look at us when Bonnie's laugh rang out. "What did you say to that?" "Nothing. I kissed her." "Michael, Michael, what am I going to do with you," she giggled. "Bonnie, I swear to God I wasn't thinking. I knew what she wanted so I did it. She is a very nice lady, but she is very lacking in self esteem. I wish there was something we could do for her." "I'm just teasing you Sweetheart. That was probably the best thing you could have done for her ego. Just be careful you don't hurt her or hurt yourself." "Bonnie, George Halbertson may be older than you, but you are the smart one in the family. I know I am walking on the edge of a precipice here, and I don't want to fall over or to knock her over. Any advice you can give me would be appreciated." "Sweetheart, I am not wise. I grope for answers just like everyone else. I don't see anything wrong with what you've done with Thelma. Respect her and let her know that you do. Keep Sharon informed of what's going on, and let things happen." "Thank you, love. Did you get to meet the guy Beth is with tonight?" "Yes, briefly. He seemed like a nice kid. Sharon and Missy seem to like him, so I trust the three of them. How does it make you feel?" "Surprisingly enough, it doesn't bother me. I was telling Missy earlier that I've reached a point where I could share Beth and maybe even you if you found the right person. I think I got so bent out of shape about Butterman because I wouldn't willingly share a dead hedgehog with him." "Oh you have such a way with words Michael. A dead hedgehog?" "Sorry Bonnie. I think you got the point though." We finished our second song and went back to pick up Sharon. Again, Sharon and I became lost in each other. As our second song started, I told her all about Thelma. "Are you trying to replace Beth already?" she teased. "No, Sweetheart. I've had to talk with Thelma a lot lately. She's a very nice person, who has a very bad sense of self worth. I do like her and I am attracted to her, but I would rather she found a nice man to take care of her needs." "Well, she has found a nice man, lover. Too bad he belongs to me. I'll share, but I'll never give you up." I repeated my conversation I had with Missy earlier to her. I could see her smile building as I related it to her. We kissed far more than we should have before heading back to our table. "Give Thelma one of those kisses and she'll be yours forever," Sharon whispered. "Are you saying I should kiss her like that?" "Yes, I think you should. What can it hurt Mike. Best case we get a new member of the family. Worst case, you have some fun and she gets a good loving. It's a win/win situation." When we got back to the table, Missy and Marilyn had gone for more soft drinks, so I asked Thelma to dance again. She melted into my arms. Her whole body was pressed against me. "Was I the main topic of your conversations?" she asked. "As a matter of fact, you were," I told her honestly. "Nothing bad, I assure you." "Oh really? I'd have thought you'd catch a little flack." "No, Bonnie told me not to hurt you but to not let you hurt me." "Good advise, but sometimes it does happen. I would never intentionally hurt you though. I hope you know that." "I do, and I would never intentionally hurt you either. Sharon said to tell you she'd share, but that she'd never give me up. I have to say the same. I'd never give Sharon up either." "I know you wouldn't Mike. It's nice to hear that Sharon said she'd share though." "She also told me to give you a kiss like I'd just given her and you'd be mine forever." "Oh my. Marilyn would be scandalized if she saw that. It does sound like a good idea though." It was. I have been blessed in this second life by being surrounded by some excellent kissers. Thelma is no exception. She puts he whole body into it. Beth makes my toes curl. Thelma makes my knees weak. I almost collapsed before we broke apart, and I think the kiss had the same effect on her. Marilyn's back had been toward us as we danced, but Sharon had watched the kiss with interest. When we got back to the table, I sat down beside Sharon. She leaned over and kissed me lightly. "Ummm, I like the flavor of your lipstick, Thelma," she said with a straight face. "Yes, it is nice, isn't it? It could stand to be a little more kiss proof though." Bonnie cracked up, and Marilyn looked shocked. She didn't say anything, but you could tell she disapproved. Missy was giggling when she came around the table to where I was. "Let me taste it," she said as she leaned in and gave me a big kiss. "It is nice, Thelma. You'll have to let me try it on sometime." I was saved momentarily from further embarrassment by the arrival of Beth and Tommy. They were holding hands as they approached. When they got to the table, Beth tugged on my shoulder until I moved my chair back, then she plopped herself in my lap. "Hey big bro. What was all the kissing about?" "We were just trying to see if we liked the taste of Thelma's lipstick," Sharon told her with a grin. "Let me see," she said, then she leaned over and kissed Thelma firmly on the lips. Beth licked her lips and said, "That's not bad." Thelma laughed and said, "No, I have to agree. That wasn't bad at all." The whole table cracked up with the exception of Marilyn. Even Tommy was laughing his ass off. When we had calmed down enough for anyone to be heard, Marilyn said, "Thelma, I really need to be going. Would you mind leaving?" "Oh, I suppose not. It is getting late." Thelma looked around the table and said, "I really had fun tonight guys. Thanks for including us in your group." "We enjoyed having you guys, Thelma. Before you go, are you going to be busy tomorrow?" Bonnie asked. "Not really. Why?" "Mike said you were interested in starting an exercise program. I was wondering if you'd like to come over and I could show you how to get started. I'm sure Mike would be willing to barbeque some steaks for dinner if you're interested." "That sounds like fun. Can I bring anything?" "Just your swimsuit and some workout clothes. We'll probably walk or jog for a while, do some aerobics, then swim." Bonnie gave her our address and directions of how to get there. We decide on 1:00 PM for her arrival. Marilyn didn't thank us for inviting them to sit with us or even say goodbye. I don't think she approved of us. ------- Saturday night was a no sex night. Bummer. Actually it was my fault. I was so tired from all of the dancing I was asleep before any of the girls got in bed. ------- Sunday, October 24, 1976 I woke up first Sunday morning, as usual. I had just sat down at the table when Missy came wandering in, also as usual. She went over, got herself a cup of coffee, and plopped down in my lap. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the nose. "Good morning Missy my love," I said. "Good morning. Are you feeling better this morning?" "I'm fine. I feel well rested." "I'm mad at you, you know." "Why are you mad at me, Love?" "I had a present for you last night and you went to sleep before I could give it to you." "You could give it to me this morning." "It's not the same. You may have to wait weeks to get it now." "Why would I have to wait weeks?" "Because I have to be in the mood to want to give it to you, and I'm mad at you." "What do I need to do to make you not be mad at me?" "Love me." "I do love you, Sweety." "You have to show me that you love me." "And how would you have me do that?" "Kiss me." I did. She set a fire burning in me that I knew would simmer all day. "How was that?" "Better." "What else can I do?" "More." "More kisses?" "Yes." I kissed her again. When we broke apart, Mr. Friendly could have been used by a diamond cutter. "Is that better?" "Yes." "Are you still mad at me?" "No." "Are you still going to make me wait for my present?" "Until tonight." "What kind of present is it?" "My cherry." "Missy, my love. You know you don't have to do that. I love you for who you are. I don't need anything else until you're sure you're ready." "Oh I'm ready all right. I was so ready last night that I left a puddle on the bed and had to sleep in it all night." "You should have woke me up Sweety." "Mike, I wasn't mad at you. I was just teasing. I am ready though, so save some energy for tonight." "I will Sweety. Don't worry about that." We were kissing and cuddling when the rest of the family started to wander in. When Sharon came in she smacked Missy on the ass and said, "Move slut. He's mine for a while." Missy got up but said, "Bitch." "Missy, would you get me a cup of coffee please?" Sharon asked sweetly. Missy kissed her on the nose and got a cup for her. "You girls are going to have to learn to play nice," I told them. "Otherwise, Papa is going to spank your butts." The girls let me know in no uncertain terms that I wasn't big enough to spank anyone. I lost all interest in spanking when Sharon started kissing me. ------- Chapter 15 By the time Thelma arrived, I had at least managed to get everyone dressed and semi-presentable. Thelma was dressed in a pair of running shorts and a tight fitting knit shirt with a sports bra. Sharon and I were snuggled on one of the lounge chairs on the patio when Bonnie brought her back. Missy and Beth ran for the pool wearing semi-respectable swimsuits while Bonnie and Thelma sat down to talk with Sharon and I. "So, was Marilyn pissed off at us last night?" I asked after everyone was settled. "No, she was pissed off at me," Thelma laughed. "It's your fault too, Sharon." "My fault. What did I do?" Sharon asked. "You told Mike to kiss me. Marilyn saw him do it. She called me a slut for kissing a sixteen year old boy." "He's not a boy," Sharon told her. "I couldn't agree with you more," Thelma said. "He certainly seemed like a man last night." "It's really not Sharon's fault, Thelma. I'd have kissed you again anyway." "Yes, but Sharon is the one who called it to everyone's attention when she said she liked the taste of my lipstick," Thelma laughed. "I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee my pants." "Okay people. Who's going on a walk with Thelma and me?" Bonnie asked. Sharon and I both agreed we would. We left Beth and Missy in the pool. We walked about the same distance Beth and I had when I got out of the hospital. Bonnie said she didn't want to wear Thelma out completely. When we got back to the house Bonnie said it was time to take Thelma's measurements. She sent Sharon after a tape measure. Bonnie brought out the scales and we weighed her. Then I backed her up against the house and checked her height. Bonnie wrote down the results. "Thelma, we're going to want to do measurements around your bust, hips, waist, and upper thighs. We usually have Mike do them because he seems to enjoy it so much. Would it be okay for Mike to measure you, or would you prefer I got one of the girls?" "Oh, I'd prefer Mike did it," she said as she gave me a shy smile. "Mike it is then. Now here's the big question. We are pretty much nudists when we don't have company. The measurements would be a lot easier to duplicate in the future if you were nude when they were taken. Would you be willing for Mike to take your measurements while you were nude?" "Oh my. I don't know. Did he take your measurements while you were nude?" "Yes, Thelma, and everyone else here, except Missy, who we haven't measured yet. We are nude most of the time when no one is here." "Well... I suppose it would be okay. I used to go to the clothing optional beaches before I got married. My husband was rather uptight about nudity though so we never went after we were married. Could you do Missy first so I can see what's going to happen?" "Sure," Bonnie said. "It'd be a good time to get that out of the way anyway." "Missy, front and center," I yelled. Missy came running over, drying off from the pool. "Missy, we'd like to take your measurements for our family records. Would it be okay to do it now?" Bonnie asked. "Sure. Not a problem, Bonnie." "Okay, strip," Bonnie told her. "Naked?" "Yep, naked. Mike's going to do the measuring." Beth helped her untie her bikini top, which she then playfully threw at me. She turned her back and gave an exaggerated wiggle as she lowered her bottoms. "Better dry the butt and boobies," I said as I threw her a towel. She dried herself then walked to me. I had her stand straight with her legs together and her arms at her sides. "What do you want me to measure first?" I asked Bonnie as I unrolled the cloth tape measure. "Let's start with the waist." I had Missy raise her arms and pulled the tape around her waist. "Twenty two and a half inches," I said. "Bust next." When I loosed the tape I leaned in, kissing her belly button, and inserting my tongue as far as I could. Missy giggled and jumped back. I motioned her forward again and stood up to measure her bust. "Thirty five and a quarter inches," I said. "Hips next." I loosed the tape and kissed Missy's right nipple. It popped out like toast from a toaster. I kissed her other nipple with the same results. "Make that thirty six and a half inches," I said. "Hard nipples don't count," Bonnie told me. "Do her hips please." I put the tape around her hips. "Thirty four inches even," I told her. "Left thigh please." I kissed Missy in her pubic hair and received a giggle for my efforts. I then moved her feet apart about two feet and put the tape around her left upper thigh. I gave Bonnie the measurement and when she told me to move to the other thigh, I ran my tongue from the bottom to the top of Missy's pussy slit, flicking her clit as I passed it. This time Missy moaned. I repeated the process on her right thigh, but this time I quickly flicked her clit three or four times. Her moaning signaled her appreciation. I gave her a pat on the butt and told her we were through. "We're not even close to being through," Missy told me as she picked up her swimsuit and went over to one of the lounge chairs. "Are you ready for this?" Bonnie asked Thelma. "Oh God! I don't know." "Would it help if Mike and I got naked too?" "It might. I don't know Bonnie. Just look at that girl. She's absolutely beautiful. I don't even come close to looking that nice." "Thelma, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Before I started getting into shape I worried about my body too. I found out though that some people thought I was sexy even though I didn't have the perfect body. I'm sure Mike thinks you are sexy and to be honest with you, so do I." Bonnie started pulling off her blouse, and I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on a chair. Thelma looked at both of us and pulled her own blouse off. We all finished undressing in a business like manner. Bonnie giggled. "See, I told you Mike thinks you're sexy." My erection was sticking straight out, pointing at Thelma. Thelma smiled and did a complete turn. "Thelma, I take back what I said about your butt sagging. I think it's the clothes you wear that caused me to think it did." "Thank you kind sir. Can we get on with this before I back out?" "Waist first," Bonnie told me. I dropped to my knees and measured her waist. "Twenty six inches even," I said. "Bust." I put my hands on Thelma's hips and tongued her belly button for a few seconds. "Do I get the full treatment," Thelma asked as I was getting to my feet. "And then some," I said as I wrapped the tape around her breast. "Thirty six and a half inches." "Hips next." As I had with Missy, I kissed both of Thelma's nipples. I pulled the left one into my mouth and sucked until it was as hard as a rock, then I bit it lightly. "Oh God! Oh my God!" Thelma said. "Break it up Mike," Bonnie said. "Work now, play later." I reluctantly left Thelma's breasts and placed the tape around her hips. Her pussy was trimmed to a "V" with the lips shaved. I could see beads of her nectar on her lips. "Thirty seven and a half inches," I said. "Left thigh." I used my lips to pull gently on her pubic hair, then moved her feet apart to measure her thighs. I measured her left thigh and told Bonnie the result. I blew gently on her pussy as I moved to her right thigh. I gave that measurement to Bonnie as well. "All finished," Bonnie said. "Not quite," I told them. I ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top, collecting all of her delightful emissions as I did. I thought. "Thank you Mike. I'm glad I taste good for you." She heard me! She heard what I was thinking! I stuck my tongue back into her pussy as far as it would go. I started wiggling it inside the entrance of her vagina then thought, "Of course I can hear you Mike. God! That feels good." Thelma's body stiffened up. "I'm doing it again aren't I? I'm hearing what you're thinking." I thought as I increase my efforts with my tongue. I moved up to her clit and pulled it between my lips. I started a rapid flicking on it with my tongue. "Oh God! I'm cuming Mike! Oh God! Oh God! Yeeeeeeeeeeeee aaaahhhhhhhhhhh uuuuuuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!" I stood up and held her through her after shocks. Finally she calmed down and I helped her into one of the lounges. I slid in behind her and put my arms around her. Bonnie came over and sat on the bottom of the lounge. "You heard what went on?" I asked. "You mean besides the earth shattering orgasm?" she asked with a giggle. "Yes dear heart. She heard what I was thinking." "I picked up on that Mike. Thelma, have you ever had this happen before that you could pick up someone's thoughts?" "Yes I have Bonnie. It hasn't happened often, but it has happened. It's a scary thing." Bonnie started stroking Thelma's leg. "It's nothing to worry about Sweety. It's something all of us here have experienced." "Really? Bonnie I thought I was a freak." "Not a freak my dear. You are just slightly telepathic." "Bonnie, it's so frustrating. I wish it would either go away completely or come and stay permanently. It just seems to show up at times without me even wanting it to. When I want it to happen, it's never there." "Would you prefer to have the ability all of the time, or not have it at all?" Bonnie asked her. "I'd rather have it of course. Think of how you could help people if you could tell what they were really thinking or really wanting." "Okay, Thelma, first you have to promise me that anything said or done by this family to or around you will never be told to anyone, unless we all agree." "That's not a problem, Bonnie. I would never betray any of you." "Girls, come here," Bonnie yelled. All three girls were there within a minute. "Thelma is partially telepathic. What do you think?" "Yes." "Yes." "Yes." "Mike?" Bonnie asked. "Yes." "And I vote yes as well. Okay girls, you can go if you want. Thelma, all of us are telepathic all of the time. We can make it so you are too. Are you interested?" "Oh God yes!" "Let me tell you a little about what's going to happen. We found, actually Mike found, that if one blood vessel in the brain is larger, more blood flows to a certain portion of the brain. If that portion of the brain is getting a sufficient blood supply you are telepathic. We can look into your brain and increase the size of the vessel." "But that's more than just reading someone's thoughts Bonnie." "Yes it is. There are quite a few advantages to doing this. Do you like the way I look Thelma?" "You are gorgeous Bonnie. I don't want to offend you, but I find you very sexually attractive. I haven't been with another woman since college, but I am certainly attracted to you." "I think you're pretty sexy yourself, Thelma, but we'll save that for later. My body is the way it is right now because I told it to go back to the way it was when I was eighteen and to maintain itself at that age until I tell it to change. It seems to have worked." "I'll say. Are you saying you'll never age? That seems incredible." "Isn't mind reading incredible too? Yes, we think that none of us will ever grow old. Mike and the girls are allowing their bodies to mature naturally for a few years, then they will arrest the aging process as well." "Will I be able to do that too?" "Absolutely," I said. "How long does it take to do this? Do we have time to do it today?" "It's almost instantaneous, Sweety. Just give us the word and it's yours," I told her. "Now please," she said and snuggled back against me. Bonnie and I went into her brain and made the change. I asked. "Yes, I can hear you," she said. I told her. Bonnie asked her. Bonnie thought. Bonnie told her, I said. I hugged her close and ran the palm of my hand over her left nipple. ------- We really didn't exercise that afternoon. We did talk a lot. Bonnie, Thelma and I stayed together all afternoon. The girls would wander in and out of the conversation one or more at a time. We told her what we had done about Butterman and about Josh. We even told her about Joe Ferguson and his two buddies. Bonnie told her. Thelma said. Thelma tried changing her body a little later. She had it go back two years, until she was thirty one. I couldn't see any change and neither could Bonnie. We told her to go back another year. She did, but we still couldn't see a difference. She then went back another year. Her body was now as it was when she was twenty nine. Some of the laugh lines around her eyes had disappeared, and her tummy was a little flatter. I told her. Bonnie agreed, and we talked about a schedule for future changes. I asked Sharon if she'd bring out a snack for Thelma and explained she had changed her body and that she would need food. In a few minutes, Sharon brought out a monster shrimp cocktail. There was easily enough for all of us, even with Thelma's increased appetite. Thelma thanked Sharon so Sharon gave her a very sexy kiss and said, Thelma said with a big sigh. I asked her. She turned toward me and kissed me soundly. Bonnie laughed. Bonnie told her. she said. The tears were streaming down her pretty face. I hugged her and kissed away the tears. Thelma told us. Bonnie broadcast. Three girls came running up. Each tried to out do the other as they kissed Thelma. When the last one finished, Thelma was panting. Bonnie moved up and gave Thelma a kiss that would have made Mona Lisa's pussy wet. When Bonnie finally broke it off, it was my turn. God Thelma can kiss. After a minute or two she seemed to become distracted. I broke off the kiss and looked down to see Bonnie vigorously eating Thelma's pussy. I held Thelma in my arms as Bonnie ate her to half a dozen orgasms, each one stronger than the one before. Finally, she went limp. I reached down and tapped Bonnie on the head. ------- Thelma and I didn't make love that day. In all honesty I don't think she had another orgasm left in her. She decided she should go to her home and start packing some things so she could stay with us tomorrow night. All of us agreed to meet at her house after school on Monday to help her finish packing and to bring her things over to our place. ------- Chapter 16 Monday, October 25, 1976 Beth and I both showed up in Thelma's office at the same time on Monday morning. I was scheduled for two tests and Beth was scheduled for one. Thelma turned on the testing in progress light and asked us both to come into the testing room. As soon as the door closed behind us, Thelma turned to Beth and kissed her soundly. When they broke apart Thelma turned to me and gave me one of her knee weakening kisses. We decided that since I had two tests to take and Beth had only one, I would take my government test first. I would then take a break until after lunch, while Beth took her test. I would then take my second test, Physics, in the afternoon. After Beth had gone I started the government test. What a waste! I finished the two hour test in just over an hour. I stuck my head out and told Thelma I was finished. She came in the door a couple of minutes later and picked up all of the test papers. She put them in a folder and laid it on the end of the table. As she turned back around, I took her in my arms and kissed her. I told her. We kissed and snuggled against each other for a few minutes. I was running my hands up and down her back and caressing her butt. she asked. I offered. she smiled and kissed me. I kissed her on the tip of her nose. We kissed again, then I said, Before Thelma could answer we heard, Beth came in and looked at us then said. "Did you know that your lunch starts in five minutes?" "Hell no. Thelma opened up some things we all need to talk about. Time seems to slip away when you're in an interesting conversation." "Or when you're kissing," Beth giggled. I slapped her on the ass as I took off for lunch. ------- I met Sharon and Missy for lunch. After exchanging kisses we went through the line and loaded up our trays. Our table was open, so I slipped in with my back to the wall. To my surprise, Missy slipped in beside me and Sharon sat across from us. I raised my eyebrow at Sharon quizzically. Sharon giggled then said, "We just wanted to give everyone something to talk about. Before we get up, I want you to kiss Missy for as long as you did me when everyone started to applaud." "Oh, you evil girl," I said to Sharon. "What do you think about that, Missy?" "I'm the one who suggested it," Missy smiled. "Oh my. Two evil girls. What's Alice going to think about that?" "She's going to think I'm a slut," Missy giggled. "Is that what you want her to think?" "Yes. Besides thinking I'm a slut, she'll also be jealous. That's what I really want." "Okay, but let's eat first. I have to take another test today and I'm going to need the energy." Sharon laughed. "Are you sure you're not going to need the energy to boff the proctor after you finish your test?" "No, my dear. I thought about it, but you can't lock the door to the testing room." Both girls cracked up. Finally Missy said, "It's not fair if you do Thelma before you do me, you know. I was in the family first." "You know you are absolutely right," I said thoughtfully. "Are you ready for that step, Missy?" "Michael, I've been leaving a wet spot on every piece of furniture I've set on for the last two days. I'm as horny as a billy goat. When you kiss me I'll probably cum without you even touching me any place else. Yes, I think I'm ready." "Okay, tonight's the night then. Since you're a virgin, would you like to go off to a room by ourselves, or would you rather be with everyone else?" "With everyone else please. Sharon has already promised to suck on one of my nipples while I ride you. I'm hoping someone else will take the hint and suck on the other one." "Oh my. Don't tell Alice that. She WILL think you're a slut." "That's what I want to be tonight. Your slut." "Lean over here and let's give these people a show, Sweetheart." By the time the applause started, I was unaware of anything but Missy's lips and Missy's tongue. Finally Sharon kicked me under the table and the sharp pain in my shin caused me to pull away. "Wow!" I said. "Wow!" Missy said. "Wow!" Sharon said. "Let's get out of here before we're busted." We did. I talked with Thelma in her office while we were waiting for Beth to finish her test. "Thelma, how long does your contract with the school run?" "It goes through the end of the school year. Why?" "I guess talking about traveling got me all excited. Is there any way you could get out of it sooner?" "I'd have to think about that. What did you have in mind?" "Well, I was thinking. If we could get the girls approved for home schooling by the end of the semester, we could buy a big trailer and hit the road south for the rest of the winter. I know New Mexico and Arizona are both nice during the winter months. The southern part of Texas is also nice during that time of year." "That would be great. I have a niece in Florida who tells me about eighty degree Christmases. I've always been envious of her. Let me think about it. I have a friend who got RIFed from a large school she was a counselor in. She's looking for this kind of job. Maybe they'd let her work out my contract." "If you're interested check with her and the school. We'll talk with Bonnie tonight." Beth stuck her head out the door and said she had finished. Within just a few minutes she was out of the room and I was taking my physics test. I must say the physics book being used by the school was a very good one. It covered almost everything on the test, and the rest was mostly common sense. When I finished I asked Thelma what time she'd be home and told her we'd be there. It was nearly time for classes to let out, so I waited to see if Sharon would like to ride home with me. Of course she did. ------- We took three vehicles to Thelma's house, the VW, the Suburban, and the station wagon. We pulled in just after she did, and it was like a zoo for a few minutes, until Bonnie got everything organized. Thelma said that for right now all she wanted to take were her clothes and some personal items. She said she didn't think we'd need all of the transportation, but then proved herself wrong when she filled every vehicle. Thelma must have worked all night last night getting things packed because most of it was already packed. With six people loading, we were ready to go in no time. Bonnie said to put everything in the guest room, so unloading was a snap as well. Bonnie ordered in a couple of pizzas for dinner, so we didn't have to worry about cooking. I asked Bonnie and the girls what they'd think about taking off at the end of the semester and spending the rest of the winter traveling through the south. Everyone seemed to like the idea, so we talked for a long while about what it would take to accomplish it. We also talked about what we would need in a travel trailer or motor home. We all agreed a motor home would be best since we could tow the Suburban behind it and have transportation for going out while it was parked. We knew we'd want it to sleep at least six, and have seating for that many as well. We'd want a bathroom with a shower and a well equipped kitchen. Bonnie and Thelma thought an awning would be nice, and I had to agree. We decided that after English class tomorrow, Bonnie and I would go looking. About 9:30 Missy got up, stretched out her hand to me and said, "Come on, Mike. I think it's time for bed." "Don't you think it's a little early for bed?" Sharon asked with a smirk. "I've been waiting for this night for almost seventeen years," Missy told her. "If I have to wait any longer I'm going to go completely out of my mind." I got up and followed her. Sharon was right with us as we went up the stairs. Bonnie asked her. When we got to Bonnie's room, everyone watched as Sharon and I undressed Missy. We laid her back gently on the bed and then Sharon and I undressed each other as Missy watched. I looked over and saw the other three members of our family undressing as well. I climbed into bed on one side of Missy and Sharon climbed in on the other. I pressed my lips to Missy's and we shared one of the most passionate kisses I have ever shared. While Missy and I were kissing, Sharon started kissing her ear and then her neck. When Missy and I broke apart, Sharon took my place and I went for her ear and neck. By the time I had worked my way down to her shoulder, Sharon had almost caught up with me on her other side. I felt two soft warm breasts press into my back, then Thelma whispered into my ear, "Take good care of her, but I'm next." I turned my head and gave her a tender kiss. "Absolutely, Ms. Richards," I whispered. I turned back to Missy and quickly found her left breast. Missy's breasts are puffies. They are perfectly rounded medium sized breasts with another little mound just larger than her areola supporting her nipple. God they were fun to play with, lick, kiss, suck on, nibble and worship. Eventually, I thought it was time for me to move on. Missy's head was thrashing from side to side as I left her marvelous breast. As I started to work my way down toward her virginal pussy, I could see that Beth and Bonnie were stroking and kissing Missy's legs. I reached her pubic hair and played for a while, tugging and blowing on it. Her pelvis was raising off the bed trying for direct contact on her pussy. Beth moved out of the way and I climbed between Missy's legs. Before my mouth made contact with her pussy, Beth was again stroking her leg and thigh. Missy had four nice orgasms, each one more intense than the last. I was working her toward a fifth when she screamed that she wanted me inside her. She started fighting to get up and told me to lay on my back. Who was I to argue? Missy straddled me and Sharon held my cock while Missy lowered herself on it. When the head popped inside, she stopped for a minute to get used to having something inside her. She then lowered herself another two inches and stopped again. This time she raised herself about an inch, then lowered herself two more. She continued this until our pubic bones were crushed against each other. She had a surprised look on her face when she said, "I didn't feel anything tear. There was no pain at all." "Sweety, a girl can tear her hymen in all kinds of ways. You were still a virgin, now you're not. This way you get to enjoy it more," Bonnie told her. Missy smiled and nodded, then started riding me. Sharon told her how to rub her clit in my pubic hair, and she soon had the hang of it. This time Bonnie moved to one nipple while Beth moved to her other one. Sharon stroked her back and butt while Thelma rubbed her tummy and sometimes her legs. Missy was being stimulated by the whole family as she reached her first climax. She didn't slow down, but immediately started working up to her next one. I knew I couldn't last much longer and I told her so. Missy gave me a million watt smile and said to let it go. She was almost at her peak when I did. My cum splashing into her vagina pushed her over the edge and she collapsed on top of me as she shook and screamed her way through her final orgasm. Missy lay on top of me coming back down to earth. Her breathing began to slow and her heart rate started to approach normal. She raised her head and grinned. "That wasn't half bad," she said. "We'll have to do that again sometime." "Any time, Sweetheart," I agreed. "I love you Missy." "I love you too, Mike. And I love every one of you. Now I feel like I really am one of the family." We lay there a few more minutes then Thelma said, "Missy, there's someone else here who'd like to become a full member of the family. Would you mind if I borrowed Mike for a while?" "Not at all, Thelma," Missy smiled. "I hope I haven't used him all up." "I think I can take care of that," Thelma told her as Missy moved off me. Thelma lowered her head and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked it all the way to the base, then licked my balls and up and down the shaft, cleaning mine and Missy's juices from me. I was hard again in a matter of seconds. Thelma rolled on to her back and said, "Come on top of me Mike. I don't need any more foreplay. I want you in me now!" Of course I didn't want to disappoint a lady, so I got between her legs and pressed my erection against her lips. She grabbed my cock and stroked it up and down her very wet slit a few times to get it well lubricated, then placed the head against her vagina. "Are you ready to make love to a sixteen year old boy?" I asked. "I'm ready to make love to a man in a sixteen year old body," she answered. I held still for a minute, enjoying the way her pussy lips caressed the head of my cock. She became impatient and started hunching up at me. I took the hint and slowly lowered my cock inside her until I bottomed out. Again I held in place. "God dammit, FUCK me," she yelled. I did. The whole family helped out. I had already cum once, so I was in no hurry. When Thelma was coming down from her second climax, she stopped us and asked if I would do her doggy. I was only happy to oblige. When she got into position, her pretty ass in the air, she motioned Bonnie over. She helped Bonnie position herself, then buried her tongue in Bonnie's pussy as I entered her from behind. God, what a trip. Every time I bottomed out, it would press Thelma's mouth harder into Bonnie's pussy. Bonnie had three orgasms while Thelma was having two. Thelma's pussy was snapping on my cock as she climaxed the second time, and I went over with her. We collapsed in a heap of arms and legs and assorted body parts. I managed to wiggle up beside Thelma. I lay on my back and pulled her head on my shoulder. Before I was even settled, Missy was on my other shoulder. What a way to go to sleep! What a life! ------- Chapter 17 Tuesday, October 26, 1976 It's a great way to wake up also. I seem to be waking up earlier and earlier. I really don't think I need as much sleep now. I'm not complaining. I kind of like being up first. This morning I was up early, but I wasn't the first. Thelma had already finished her shower and had made a pot of coffee. When I came into the kitchen, dressed in my altogether, she was dressed for work and was munching on a bagel and sipping a cup of coffee. "Well, good morning sexy," she said as I went for a cup. "Good morning to you too, Ms. Richards. How is my favorite school counselor this morning?" "You'd better stop that Ms. Richards shit or I'm going to take you back to bed and fuck your eyeballs out." "Yes Ms. Richards. Thank you Ms. Richards. Any thing you say Ms. Richards." Thelma laughed in a rich throaty tone. "After last night I wouldn't think you'd be trying so hard to get me back in bed." "Awh. You got me. Thank you so much for last night, Thelma. That had to be one of the most awesome experiences I've had in either lifetime." "Mike it's so hard to believe that you've had almost sixty years of life experience. You look like a buff, very handsome teenager. You certainly don't make love like a teenager though." "What are you doing up so early, Thelma?" "I always go in early Mike. I like to sit and have a cup of coffee and listen to the teachers gossip. Sometimes I hear things that clue me in that a child is having a problem. For a long while I just told myself that's what I was doing. I'd listen, but I wouldn't do anything about it." "Thelma, my love and I do love you by the way, I can remember a time when I thought I knew more about a customer's problems than they did. I got so I totally ignored what they were saying. On the last occasion I did this, I asked for my company to send what I thought was needed. It turned out I could have fixed the problem with what was on hand. When I finally realized what I'd been doing, I managed to cancel the order and fix the problem. The customer never realized I had screwed up, so they thought I was a hero. My boss realized though and I got a first class ass chewing for it." "Oh, Mike. I love you too. I love all of you, and I hope I fit in okay. Last night was the best love making I've ever experienced, and I want to keep enjoying that for the rest of my life." I heard a noise in the living room and when I looked up, Missy was coming into the room. She slapped me on the knee to make me turn around then parked herself on my lap. Neither of us were wearing any clothes, so it made for some interesting skin to skin contact. "Good morning Missy. Would you like some coffee?" I asked. Missy smiled and nodded. "You'll have to get up so I can get you some," I told her. She shook her head. I was wondering how I was going to manage this when Thelma said, "I'll get it. What do you take in it, Missy?" Missy looked at me so I said, "Just a little bit of cream, Thelma." Thelma got the coffee and brought it over. "I'm sorry, Thelma. Missy isn't a great conversationalist in the morning. She usually starts talking when she's on her second cup of coffee. Until then she communicates with grunts and gestures." Thelma laughed and Missy elbowed me in the ribs. "I'm going to hit the road guys," Thelma told us. She came over and first gave me a knee weakening kiss, then proceeded to do the same with Missy. "Thank you for the coffee," Missy said. "My God, she's only taken one sip!" I said in mock surprise. Thelma was laughing as she went out the door. ------- When the bell rang, signaling the end of my English class, I asked Mrs. Barnes if I could speak to her for a moment. She readily agreed, as I was becoming one of her favorite students. "Mrs. Barnes, I don't know if you are aware of it or not, but I am testing out of all of my classes so I can graduate at the end of this semester." "I had heard something about that Mike. Are you thinking of testing out of this class as well?" "No ma'am. I am enjoying your class. I enjoy the writing we are doing here, and even the class discussions. What I was wondering though is if you could go ahead and give me the assignments we are going to have for the rest of the semester. I'd like to go ahead and do the writing and turn it in to you soon." "I suppose I could do that Mike. What would you do then?" "I am impressed with your knowledge and your feel for writing Mrs. Barnes. I was hoping I could talk you into giving me some additional assignments so that I can improve my skills. I know this is additional work for you and if you don't have the time, I'll understand." "Mike, I'll be happy to do that for you. It isn't often we have a student who validates that we are the teachers we want to be. Are you going to have the time to do the assignments though? I assume you have a lot of studying to do for testing out of your other classes." "Actually I only have three more tests to take. That's one a week and then I'll have from then until the end of the semester with nothing to do but attend your class." "In that case, I's be happy to. I'll give you your assignments on Thursday. I'll let Ms. Richards know what we are doing." "Thank you Mrs. Barnes. I'm sure she'll be fine with it." ------- I stopped by Thelma's office, but she wasn't at her desk. The 'Testing in Progress' light wasn't on so I peeked in to see if she might be there. Thelma was seated at the testing desk. Her back was to me and her head was in her hands. I couldn't see her face, but I could tell she was crying. I flipped on the testing light and went on in and sat beside her. I put my arm around Thelma and pulled her close. "What's the matter, Sweetheart?" I asked. "Oh Mike," she said as she put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. "We have problems." "We who, Honey?" "We, me, you, the family. Well, at least I know I do." "What happened, Sweety?" "I went into the teachers' lounge when I got here to get some coffee," she told me. "Coach Daniels was in there along with four or five others." "Okay." "Daniels was talking about a dumb, rich bitch and her snot nosed kids. I asked if he was talking about Bonnie and he smirked and said she was the only rich bitch he knew." "Bastard!" "Bastard he is. I told him Bonnie was a personal friend and business partner of mine, and I didn't appreciate his remarks. I told him if I heard any more remarks like that I'd report him to Mr. Andrews." "He just laughed and said I could tell Andrews anything I wanted. He said Andrews is his best friend, so I should tell him and see what it got me." "Was he threatening you Thelma?" "I felt like he was. He then asked me if I was a rich bitch too. Mike, I'm not good at confrontations. I didn't know what to say to him. He asked if I was business partners with you and Beth too. I know it wasn't original, but I just told him to kiss my ass and left the room." "Thelma, I think he's just a hot head. I don't think there's anything to worry about." "I AM worried Mike. I can't help it. If he decides to follow up on this, we could all be in big trouble." "We'll just have to make sure nothing comes of it Honey. Why don't you say you're sick and go home and talk to Bonnie about this. She is a very wise woman, and I'm sure that between the two of you, you'll be able to come up with a plan." "I think I'll do that Mike. I'm sure not doing any good here." "I'll be home right after lunch, and the three of us can go look at motor homes. That'll get our minds off things." ------- I killed time in study hall until it was time to meet my two lovely lunch partners. After we were seated, I told them we needed to get Beth into the conversation. I asked I explained mentally to the three girls what had gone on between Thelma and Coach Daniels. I told them. They all agreed and quickly worked out a schedule for monitoring. Beth told me. Sharon piped in. Beth said. They all agreed that sounded like fun. We spent the rest of lunch talking with a little under the table groping thrown in. ------- "So, tell me again. What is the worst that could happen if Coach Daniels gets it in for you," Bonnie said to Thelma as we drove toward our first motor home dealer. "Bonnie, I could get fired." "And that would be bad because... ?" Thelma thought about it for a couple of minutes then said, "I guess I'm trying to get out of my job anyway. It probably wouldn't be all that bad. It's just that I'll never be able to work as a counselor again, but I'm not exactly going to starve." "Thelma, in 1979 we are going to make at least fifty million dollars," I told her. "I know what happens to the silver market in that year and we already have our broker buying large amounts of silver. I think we'd be set for life when that happens," I told her. "Fifty million dollars?" "Yep. Could be more. It depends on how much silver our broker can buy without driving the price up. If he can buy three million dollars worth, we'll make fifty." "Oh, my God." "Yep." We pulled into the dealership and got out to look around. I was a little disappointed in that there were far more trailers than there were motor homes. A friendly salesman (How many of them aren't friendly?) came out to show us around. He seemed to think that Thelma was the mommy and that Bonnie and I were her kids. We played along with it. I thought Bonnie overdid it a little with how many times she called Thelma "Mommy", but the salesman didn't seem to catch on. He showed us the two different models they had in stock and explained the options available for each of them. We went inside and looked them over. The master bedroom in each of them was small, and when we tried out the beds we found they were hard and uncomfortable. We thanked the man for his troubles and went to the second dealership on our list. Bonnie was having fun, so she decided to play the Mommy game with this salesman as well. He had three different models to choose from, but none of them seemed any better than the ones we had seen at the other lot. "Exactly what are you looking for?" he asked Thelma. "We want something that will sleep six as comfortably as we sleep at home. We are probably going to be living in it for months at a time, and we want to feel like we are in a home, rather than wanting to get back home." "You realize something like that is going to be expensive don't you?" he asked. "I won't say money is not an object," Thelma told him. "I will say it is of secondary importance." "Well, I do have something that might interest you," he told us. "Technically it is a used vehicle. It was custom built. They only took one trip in it of less than five hundred miles, then went bankrupt. It cost over a million dollars to have it made just the way he wanted it, but it was repossessed when he went under." "Let's take a look at it," Bonnie said. The guy was a little shocked, but led us around to the used section of the lot. I knew which one it was immediately. It looked like a slightly longer Greyhound Bus. It was gun metal blue and silver. The body was obviously custom made because there were house sized windows at intervals along the side. It was sleek and it was beautiful from the outside. The salesman unlocked the front door and we went inside. It felt like walking into a house. The first area you entered when you went in was a living area. There was a sofa, a love seat, and a recliner. All were secured to the floor of course. The driver's cab was separated from the living area with a wall and a door like you find separating the cockpit from the passengers on an airplane. The next area back was a combination kitchen, dining area. There was a full sized refrigerator and range. There were a respectable number of cabinets and plenty of counter space. Behind the kitchen was another wall with a door. This led to a small bedroom with a double bed and dresser. A closet was against the wall. A door at the back of this compartment led into a short hallway. On the right side of this hallway was the bathroom. It was almost as nice as Bonnie's bathroom at home. The hall led to another door into the master bedroom. Most of the floor space in this room was taken up by a queen sized bed. There was a large closet and a home sized dresser as well. Over the top of the driving cab there was a compartment with a double bed. All of the beds had thick mattresses like home bedding. I flopped on the queen sized bad. It felt wonderful. After Bonnie and Thelma had stretched out on either side of me, they agreed. I said mentally. Both of my ladies agreed. "How old is this?" I asked. The salesman looked a little uncomfortable. "It's three years old, but it has been setting most of the time. Like I said, it has less than five hundred miles on the odometer." "What kind of engine does it have?" "It's a six hundred horsepower Cummins diesel. It has a 200 gallon fuel tank, actually it's two 100 gallon tanks." "Has it been started recently?" "Yes, we start it at least once a week and let it run for a while." "What type of transmission?" "It's an automatic." "Does it have jacks for leveling it in uneven places?" "It has hydraulic jacks. They're controlled off a pump. You can actually level the whole thing from the driver's seat." "Does it have its own generator?" "Yes, there is a 5000 watt propane generator that operates independently from the engine. The range and refrigerator are propane as well. The heating is partly electric and partly propane." "It sounds interesting," Thelma told him. "The thing that really bothers me though is that it is three years old." "Yes, but it's really like new," the salesman countered. "Except for the dry rot the tires have to be suffering from, and the damage to the engine from being unused for so long. There's also the rust that has to be going on in the undercarriage." "There isn't any rust. This is truly a custom made vehicle. The body and undercarriage are made from either stainless or galvanized steel. Even the exhaust system is stainless steel." "That's a plus at least," Thelma said. "What is the best price you could make us on it?" "Well, the guy that bought it still owed a little over half a million on it when it was repossessed. I wouldn't think they'd take much less than that." I told her mentally. "Why don't you call the bank and make a offer for us. Offer them a hundred thousand, cash, delivered to them today. If they take it, fine. If not, we can always look somewhere else." The salesman went off grumbling to himself. "Do both of you like this thing as much as I do?" I asked. "I could live in this 24/7," Bonnie told us. "It's really a dream," Thelma said. There's only a couple of things I'd like to upgrade, and they are minor." "Okay, if they come back with a counter offer of less than two hundred thousand I think we should take it," I said. We wandered through the place, looking into closets and checking out everything we could think of. It was nearly half an hour before the salesman came back. He was shaking his head. "I knew they wouldn't accept your offer, but they did surprise me. They said that for cash in hand today, they'd take $150,000." We looked at each other and I said mentally to Thelma, Thelma passed on the request to the salesman and he took off again. This time, when he came back, he was smiling. "They went for it," he said. He gave us a time and place we should meet with the banker. He said we should deliver the money at that time, and they would sign over the title. The salesman told us the bank wanted him to take care of the tires and the tuneup. Bonnie asked him when we could expect it to be ready, and he told us we could expect it by Friday morning at the latest. ------- The girls were a little disappointed they wouldn't be able to see their new travel home until Friday, but brightened up when I suggested we take it out for the weekend. Before they could run off to make plans, I told them I'd like to hear what they had learned today. Beth started giggling. "I learned that Coach Daniels likes to watch the boys take a shower." "You mean he's gay?" I asked incredulously. "I have no idea if he's gay or not, all I know is, he can sit in his office and see almost all of the boys' shower room. He sat there and watched until every one of them left the shower room." "What were his thoughts while he was watching?" "He was thinking things like; Tommy Watson has a cute butt; Mike Smith sure has a big cock; Those are the best abs I've ever seen, I think he was looking at Billy Bartels when he thought that." "Those sound like sexual thoughts to me," I said. "Bonnie? Thelma?" "Yes, Mike, they sound like sexual thoughts to me too," Thelma said. "I knew he was a prick," Bonnie said. "I just didn't know he was a queer prick." "Easy Sweety," I told Bonnie. "Sharon, did you or Missy learn anything of interest?" "He was pretty pissed off at Thelma and Bonnie when I listened to him," Sharon said. "He kept making up scenarios of what he was going to do to them. Things like getting Thelma fired for defending Bonnie. He plans to report Bonnie to the IRS and see if he can get us audited. And, get this, he was thinking he'd seduce Beth as a payback to Bonnie." "Oh yuck!" Beth exploded. "I'd rather fuck a donkey." "Well, he is a jackass," I kidded. This broke the tension a little and everyone at least had a giggle. "Did you learn anything Missy?" I asked. "Nothing as interesting as Beth or Sharon," she told me. "He was pissed at Thelma and Bonnie while I was listening also. More at Thelma than at Bonnie right at that time. He has this big plan he's making up as he goes along. Did you ever see the game 'Mousetrap'? That's what it reminds me of. It's kind of nebulous and changes every other minute or so, but it goes kind of like this. He's going to get one of his senior boys to seduce you, Thelma. You're going to like it so much you're going to be playing cowgirl on top of the table in the testing room. He's going to burst into the room and take your picture, well about a hundred pictures, because in his mind you're going to go right on and finish the race. Then he's going to take the pictures to Mr. Andrews and 'get the slut fired'." "Now, that's an interesting concept," Thelma laughed. "As if I'd let a senior boy seduce me," she paused and winked at me. "I only let junior boys seduce me." I laughed until my sides hurt. Everyone else did too. We were having such a good time we didn't realize what time it was getting to be. Finally, my stomach rumbled, and I saw that it was nearly 8:00 PM. Bonnie offered to fix something, but I suggested we get Chinese takeout delivered. ------- Chapter 18 Wednesday, October 27, 1976 I know, I didn't even have to go into school today, but I did it anyway. Mostly, I wanted to monitor Coach Daniels myself. I wanted to get a feel for his mind as he thought his thoughts. I know there have been times when I felt I had been wronged and I had thoughts that if someone else had heard them they'd have thought I was an axe murderer. I stopped by Thelma's office first. This time she was at her desk. "Oh, I see it's my junior boy," she said with a smirk. "You mean as opposed to being a senior boy?" I asked. We both laughed, thinking of what she had said last night. "You know, I think a plan is afoot," she told me. "I saw Coach Daniels in the teachers' lounge again this morning. He was very businesslike. He told me he had a young man who was having trouble in one of his classes and asked me if I could see him this morning." "Are you going to see him?" "Yes, but I have no intention of screwing the shit out of him. He's due here in about ten minutes." "I have an idea. Could you unlock that walk-in supply cabinet in the testing room? Also, when he comes, leave the door between here and the testing room partially open. I'll wait in the testing room while he's in here, and if you decide to go into the testing room with him I'll duck into the supply cabinet. Lead him on a little bit and see how far he tries to take it." "You are a bad boy Michael. Yes. I'll do it. I feel safe knowing you're here and that I have a witness." I gave her a quick peck on the lips and slid into the testing room. Thelma unlocked the supply cabinet, which was really a room, and left the door to her office open about six inches. I could hear and see everything that went on in there if I positioned myself properly, and with the light in the testing room turned off there was no way he could see me. I thought as the young man came through the door. "Hello Brian. Coach Daniels said you needed some help." "Yes, Ms. Richards, but I'm afraid I didn't tell the coach the real reason I wanted to see you." "And why is that, Brian?" "Well, Ms. Richards, it's more of a personal problem than a problem with the class as such." "What kind of personal problem Brian?" "I'm a little embarrassed to say, Ms. Richards. It's so public here. I'm afraid someone is going to walk in while I'm talking." "Well, we could go in the testing room, Brian. If I turn on the 'Testing in Progress' light no one will come in." "Could we do that Ms. Richards? I sure would feel more comfortable talking about this." "Sure, come on Brian," Thelma said as she started toward the testing room. I quickly moved back into the supply cabinet and left the door part way open. I saw a tape recorder on the shelf beside me, so I slipped in a new tape and started it recording. "Okay Brian," Thelma said as she sat down at the table. "Now, what is your problem." "Well, like I said, it's kind of embarrassing. It's that... okay, one of the female teachers is hitting on me." "What makes you think she's hitting on you?" "Well, she smiles at me a lot, and sometimes she... well, she touches me in places she shouldn't." "Like where does she touch you Brian?" "Well, she pinches my butt, and sometimes she rubs it." "That's not good, Brian. That is hitting on you. Is there anything else she does?" "Yes, yesterday she asked me to stay after class and she squeezed my... my... penis. She squeezed my penis." "Oh my. That is bad, Brian." "She's always rubbing my neck and shoulders. When I asked her about it she said she was just trying to make me feel good." "When she touches you like that does it seem like a sexual touch?" "Not really. It's more like she's just being friendly. Stand up a minute and I'll show you what I mean." Thelma stood up and glanced at the closet. "Okay, Ms. Richards, she just kind of rubs my shoulders like this. then runs her hands down my back like this" Adams stroked and squeezed Thelma's shoulders and then started gently running his hands up and down her back. He continued doing that as he talked. "You see? It's not like anything sexual, but then yesterday she did this." He let his hand continue downward and squeezed the cheek of her ass. "Brian! Stop that immediately!" "But Ms. Richards, that's what she did, then she did this." He ran his hand around her hip and cupped her pussy through her skirt. "Brian. This is sexual harassment on your part. Take your hands off me now or I will start screaming." "You don't want to do that, Ms. Richards," Brian said as he turned her around. By now, Thelma was fighting him and he was trying to put his lips on hers. "Please let me go Brian. I don't want to have sex with you!" "It doesn't much matter what you want Ms. Richards. I want some of your pussy and I'm going to have it." I thought now would be a good time to come out of the cabinet. I stepped out and said, "Let her go, Brian. If you want to live, let her go." I think it was the fact that someone was there rather than what I said that made him release Thelma as quickly as he did. "You're in big trouble now, Brian," I told him. "She was coming on to me man. I was trying to get away from her." "I was in the supply cabinet the whole time punk. I heard everything and I even tape recorded it. You are in serious trouble." Brian blustered and threatened for a couple of minutes but finally gave in when we told him we wouldn't prosecute if he told us who put him up to it. "It was Coach Daniels," he said. "He wanted me to fuck Ms. Richards and when I was porking her I was supposed to kick the table and he'd come running in and take pictures." "Why did he pick you, Brian?" Thelma asked. "Because I've fucked a lot of girls here." "Don't you have any feeling for these girls, Brian?" "God put girls here for us to fuck. That's their only purpose. If it wasn't for tits and cunts females wouldn't be worth a shit." "Okay, Brian. You are now going to kick the table like you're supposed to. I want to see the look on Daniels' face when we're all just standing here looking at him." Reluctantly, Adams kicked the table three times. Within seconds, Coach Daniels came bursting through the door, camera at the ready. "Going bird watching coach?" Thelma asked. "Or are you more into action photos?" "I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Richards. I was just walking by and I heard a suspicious noise." "So you came bursting in, camera ready to shoot, right?" I asked. "Keep your mouth shut you snot nosed little rich bastard," he shouted. "Get your ass to class now!" "I'm sorry Coach, but I don't have any classes today. By the way, Brian has told us all about your little drama you have set up. It was a stupid plan to begin with and you picked a stupid kid to execute it." "I told you to shut up cocksucker. If you give me any more lip I'm going to personally cut your cock off and shove it down your throat." "Now, coach. You should really be careful of what you're saying. There are witnesses here you know." "Yeah, two of you against two of us. Our word against yours. The principal is going to believe me, because we're good friends." "In that case you probably wouldn't mind answering a question I have. Do you get off watching all the boys in the shower or is it just a few special ones?" "You don't know what you're talking about fuck head." "Well, a friend of mine heard you commenting on some of the boys in the shower yesterday. You said one had a big cock, another one you said had a cute butt, and still another had great abs according to you. I wasn't told the names of the kids you were commenting on, but I'm sure they remember." "You little fuck head! I'm going to kill you for this. Come on Brian, we're getting out of here." Brian started moving toward the door so I said, "One more thing Coach. If you'll look at the bottom of that door there, you'll see a microphone sticking out a little way. I've taped everything from the time this little turd came into the room. I'm sure the authorities will be interested in this, including your threats." Daniels made a lunge for me and I stepped aside at the last instant. I was turning to meet his next attack I saw that Thelma had picked up a metal letter tray. When Daniels was close enough, Thelma swung for the cheap seats. Babe Ruth would have been proud. Daniels went down and never even attempted to get up. Brian saw his chance and was out the door before I could even try to stop him. Thelma stuck her head back in the door and said the police were on their way. I told her. She asked with a grin. I said jokingly. I looked around and didn't see anyone coming. Daniels was still out, so I pulled her into my arms and kissed her soundly. Beth asked. I could feel the other family members, but they kept quiet so we could talk. Beth said. Bonnie asked. four mental voices yelled. Beth came in and I handed her the original tape. I'd copied it while she was on the way down. I put the copy into the recorder and put it back on the shelf. Daniels was starting to stir, and I was getting a little worried when the same two officers who had been here for Sharon showed up. Thelma gave them our version of what had happened. They questioned Thelma for about half an hour, then began on me. They had kept us separated, but I had listened in mentally, so I knew exactly what Thelma had said. They spent a while trying to punch holes in my story, then Bonnie showed up. She came in like an avenging angel. "What the hell are you doing questioning my minor son without a parent or an attorney present?" she asked. "Ma'am, your son isn't suspected of any crime. We're just trying to get corroboration for the school counselor's story." "Then do it the right way," Bonnie told them. "I want your names and badge numbers," she demanded, taking out a small notebook and pen. After she had written down the information requested, she told them our attorney would be here shortly and they could resume questioning when he was present. The larger of the two detectives told her they thought they had all they needed and got up to leave. "Just a moment, officers," I said. "Would you like a tape recording of what lead up to Coach Daniels attack?" "You have a tape recording?" "Yes, sir. I was trying out a tape recorder in the supply cabinet when Ms. Richards and Brian Adams came into the room. I have every thing on tape from Brian trying to seduce Ms. Richards through his attempted rape right up to the point Daniels attacked us." "Of course we want it son." I handed him the tape and said. "I didn't know if it would be legal or not since they didn't know they were being recorded." "If you were doing something else and just happened to pick them up then it is perfectly legal. What were you doing with the recorder?" "I was singing into it," I said sheepishly. I had thought of this while I was making the copy, so I had put about a minute of me singing "Moon River", very badly, on the tape before I started the copying. The officers took the tape and left with a complaining Daniels in tow. "Thelma, why don't you type up your resignation? You've been attacked by a student and a teacher today. We have it on tape where Daniels said the principal is on his side, so I'm sure there are grounds here for you to resign," "I agree," Bonnie told her. "I'll call Phil when we get home and have him look into your contract. Call Andrews and tell him you're so shook up you are taking the rest of the day off." "Taking the rest of the day off is fine guys," Thelma agreed. "I want to hear what Phil has to say about the contract before I turn in a resignation though." "Speaking of Andrews, with all this shit going on, the police here and all. Isn't it amazing we haven't seen his pudgy little face down here?" I asked. "It is kind of strange," Thelma frowned. "The school grapevine would have let him know about this a long time ago. He really should have showed up." Thelma picked up the phone and dialed the office. "Hi Mavis. This is Thelma. Is the big man in?" "He what? Strange. Okay Mavis, put me down for being out the rest of the day." "No, I'm okay honey. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow." She hung up the phone and said, "Principal Andrews left school about ten minutes ago. He told his secretary he wasn't feeling well." "Strange," I said. ------- Bonnie, Thelma and I left together. We took the Suburban and left Bonnie's car at the school. "Mike, could you take me by the Jaguar dealership?" Bonnie asked. "They called this morning and said I could pick up my new toy." What a beautiful car! We all got out to look it over. The salesman was beaming when Bonnie told him she liked the interior better than what she had originally picked. She asked Thelma if she'd like to ride home with her. I was a little disappointed, but I figured that after this morning Thelma deserved a little pleasure. Bonnie said she was going to stop at the grocery store, so I should go on ahead. I should have expected it, but the girls were home from school before the two women got there. It seems like they just had to take a little ride before coming home. They went over on the coast highway and took the Jaguar through the curves. "What a trip!" Bonnie said. "I've never felt a car handle on the curves the way this one does. It's like the tires dig into the pavement as it goes around corners. I know I took some of those curves twenty miles an hour faster than I ever have before." I told her I understood her feelings of power and control, but no matter how good a car is, there is a point where it breaks loose. "I don't want to lose you, Mom," I told her. I think it was my calling her Mom after all this time that got through to her. She gave me a big hug and promised to be more careful. ------- I worked on my English compositions that evening. I spent nearly three hours writing then proof reading. Damn, it sure is a lot easier if you have a good computer with a word processor. Oh well, Sharon said she'd type them for me when I had them the way I wanted them. I was still writing away when Bonnie came into my room and hugged me from behind. "It's after ten, Sweety. Are you going to work all night?" she asked. "No, Bonnie. I was just thinking of quitting and seeing what all of you were doing." "I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm standing here hoping I can get my handsome son to come to the bedroom and fuck me silly." "Hmmm. That sounds like fun," I smiled. Bonnie was already naked and I was just wearing a pair of boxers so I didn't stick to the chair. I got up and turned, taking Bonnie into my arms. We kissed. God was she hot! "Did driving that new car get you all hot and bothered?" I asked. "Did it ever. I've been wet since I pulled out of the dealership. I've had to carry a box of tissues around with me all evening to wipe up the juice." "Then we'd better do something about that," I told her as I took her hand and led her toward her bedroom. We met Sharon in the hall, and she asked where we were going. "I'm going to take Bonnie into the bedroom and fuck her until she passes out," I told her. "Would you like to come along?" "Yes! Please do, Sharon. I want to eat your pussy while he fucks me from behind." Bonnie told her. We were in the bedroom within seconds. I kissed Bonnie again as she was climbing into bed and she said, "I don't need foreplay. I need fucked." I was only too happy to oblige. Sharon lay on her back with her legs spread. Bonnie already had her tongue in Sharon's pussy when I positioned myself behind Bonnie and slid into her hot, very wet pussy. I was all the way in in one stroke. I started a slow gently motion, but Bonnie raised her head and said, "Faster damnit." I picked up speed and she seemed satisfied. Half a dozen long hard strokes later and Bonnie was screaming into Sharon's pussy. I started to slow down, but Bonnie's hip motions urged me on to greater speed. About a dozen more strokes and Bonnie was screaming again. As she was coming down I could hear Sharon moaning her climax. I continued pumping and Bonnie started building toward another climax. She went through four more and Sharon came twice before Bonnie finally collapsed on the bed. Sharon moved from under Bonnie and held her arms out to me. I quickly moved between her legs and slipped inside her. Sharon has a glorious pussy. It is so tight and so wet and so hot. I knew I couldn't last long, so I told her so. "It's okay Sweety. Cum in me love. I love you Mike. Cum in me." I took her advice and did. As I was cuming, Sharon started a moaning deep in her chest. By the time I released my second spurt, the moan had become a scream. I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her through her orgasm. ------- Chapter 19 Thursday, October 28, 1976 When I got out of English class that Thursday morning, I went straight to Thelma's office. She had a cardboard carton beside her desk and was loading things out of her desk drawers and into the carton. I asked. I sat and took a good look at her. Her eyes were red and swollen. She had obviously been crying. I waited for her to go on. I had a bad feeling and was just waiting for her to confirm what I suspected. Thelma projected. I told her. Thelma filled her in on everything that happened this morning. Beth asked. Sharon asked. Bonnie said. ------- We arrived at the principal's office at the same time. We went into the waiting room and I told his secretary I had been paged. She looked skeptically at Bonnie, but announced me on the intercom to Andrews. "Send him in," I heard Andrews say. Bonnie and I went into his office and waited for him to acknowledge our presence. He was fumbling through some papers on his desk and I don't think he even realized Bonnie was there. After this had gone on for a couple of minutes Bonnie said, "Come on Michael. I don't think he really wanted to see us after all." She turned and started to walk out. Andrews jumped like he had been shot. "Mrs. Green! I didn't realize you were here." "I know you didn't. Otherwise you wouldn't have been trying to intimidate a sixteen year old boy with your clumsy tactics." "I wasn't trying to intimidate anyone Mrs. Green. I was looking for a copy of the statement your son made to the police yesterday. This is a very serious matter Mrs. Green and I'm afraid your son is in a lot of trouble." "Not nearly as much trouble as you are going to be in Mr. Andrews." "What do you mean by that? You can't threaten me lady." "Oh, I'm not threatening Mr. Andrews. I just wanted to let you know that I phoned our attorney, Phil Shelton, while I was driving over here. He's on his way here as we speak. Phil is our corporate attorney, so he'll be representing Thelma Richards as well, since she is the COO of MBBS Enterprises." "I have no idea what you're talking about Mrs. Green. Ms. Richards is no longer employed here. I let her go this morning." "For no good reason too, I understand, but I'll let Phil take that up with you. Word is that you plan to expel my son, Mr. Andrews. Is that correct?" "Well, some type of punishment has to be implemented, Mrs. Green. Michael was using a school tape recorder without permission, then he made a false statement to the police concerning what was on the tape." Bonnie laughed. I could tell she was enjoying this. "You really are a cocksucker aren't you, Mr. Andrews? Is that why you're bonded so closely to Daniels that you'll risk your entire career for him?" "Mr. Daniels and I have no special bond. He is a good coach and I don't appreciate your son and Ms. Richards trying to make him look bad. I also don't appreciate the name calling you're doing. I think I've had about enough of you and your son. I want you both out of here right now. Michael Green you are hereby expelled. Permanently, I might add. Now get out." "Well, I really wanted to wait for Phil to arrive, but I guess it's not absolutely necessary. Michael, do you have that copy of the tape you made to give to Phil?" "Yes, Mom. I have three copies actually. I was afraid something might happen to one of them." "I always knew I raised you right Mike. Okay, we'll see you in court, Mr. Andrews. Oh, by the way, I am aware that you and Daniels were roommates for four years in college. It's amazing what someone will do for an old lover." We left the office although Andrews was trying to say something. Neither of us had any desire to hear anything else he had to say. We stopped by Thelma's office and picked up the rest of our crew. "Did you kick his ass Bonnie?" Thelma asked. I spoke up before Bonnie had a chance to answer. "Thelma, she didn't even give me a chance to say a word. She chewed him a new one. He is going to run through a whole box of Kotex this afternoon to stop the bleeding. She called him a cocksucker and then implied it was Daniels' cock he is sucking. I don't think we're going to be welcome in his office again." The people we met in the hall must have wondered what all of the laughter was about. They sure gave us some strange looks. ------- We went back to the house for a while to calm down. It took a while. First the girls had to hear about Thelma's experience when she was fired. Then they wanted a blow by blow account of Bonnie chewing out Mr. Andrews. "So, what are we going to do with the rest of the day?" I asked of no one in particular. "We're going shopping," Bonnie said. The girls all thought that was a marvelous idea and started making plans of where they should go and what they should get. "Woah! Hold on a minute, people," Bonnie said. "We are going shopping for some very specific things. Beth and Missy, I want you two to buy pots, pans, dishes and silverware for the new motor home. Mike and Sharon, you two are in charge of procuring food for a one week trip. Plan for three meals a day plus drinks and snacks. Thelma and I will shop for towels and bed linens and anything else we can think of." "So, what are we going to do with all of this stuff?" I asked. "We're picking up our new motor home at 8:00 AM tomorrow. We are going to load everything in it and take off for parts unknown for at least a week. Maybe for much longer. We are going to hook the Suburban on behind it so we will have a vehicle to drive while the motor home is parked. When we get home from shopping, I want every one of you to pack clothes for a couple of weeks. Beth, Sharon, and Missy, you are all close enough in size that you can wear each other's clothes. Pack things that you can share with each other." "Gee, Bonnie, I guess I could start wearing dresses too if you want me to share as well," I said. "Actually, I have plans for you, young man. We're going to tie you to the bed naked and use you as we will, 24 hours a day, seven days a week." "I feel sorry for you guys then." "Why do you feel sorry for us?" Bonnie asked. "Because you're going to have to clean up all the messes I make in the bed." "I guess that could be a problem. We'll have to look at the logistics. Anyway people, hit the road. We have a lot to do today." ------- I'm glad Bonnie put Sharon with me. I was ready to head to the grocery store, but Sharon said we needed to figure out menus first. I thought that was a waste of time at first, but when we got started I began to realize everything I would have missed if we hadn't done this in an organized manner. "How'd you get so smart about this?" I asked my future wife. "Home-Ec," she said. "Planning the menus reminds you of all of the food items you need as well as spices and measuring cups and spoons and other things you just wouldn't think about." I enjoyed grocery shopping with Sharon. We did a lot of silly things like racing shopping carts and the like. The main thing I liked though was the companionship. The only thing that bothered me was that the events of the morning kept haunting me. "Sharon my love," I said as we were going through the produce aisle. "We really can't let them get away with this. If they can do this kind of thing to us, they can do it to anyone." "I was thinking the same thing, Mike. I just don't know what we need to do to stop them. If evidence we turn over to the police is destroyed, who can we trust?" "The only ones I trust are family Sweetheart. We'll talk about it this week. I'm sure we'll come up with something." ------- Getting packed and ready for tomorrow morning was a lot easier than I expected. My wife, when I was George, always took at least three times as long to pack as any normal human being would have taken. I always became frustrated with her, then angry, and we usually ended up in a big argument. Not so with the ladies I am living with now. I think 90% of the reason they managed to get things done so efficiently was due to the telepathy. Mental messages were flying back and forth with surprising speed and regularity as the girls decided what to take and what to buy if it was needed. Beth is a whirlwind. She attacks everything like there is no tomorrow. She sometimes makes mistakes, but she is always plunging ahead. As a matter of fact, I earned a punch on the shoulder when I told her she was like a plumber's helper. She asked me what I meant, and I told her she was a plunger. Sharon is an organizer. In that respect she is my opposite. I always said I was a good engineer but not a great one, because I wasn't organized enough to be a great engineer. I was always great at coming up with new ideas of how to do something. I was barely adequate at getting everything organized. I was terrible at getting reports out on time. Sharon seemed to put it all together. She made a list of all of the clothing and accessories they would need and another list of things like toiletries. On each list she broke it down as to what could be shared and what was private, I don't care how much you love someone, you don't want to share their toothbrush. She then gave copies of the lists to Beth and Missy. Missy, what can I say about Missy? She never appears to be hurrying, but she is always one of the first to be done with anything. She goes quietly about her business and before anyone realizes it she is finished and helping someone else. Beth on the other hand lets everyone know what she's doing and how she's doing it. Bonnie and Thelma are both mature women who are very confident in their abilities. Both, however, thought there was no way a man, or a sixteen year old boy for that matter, could possibly pack for himself. I tried to explain to them that I had always packed for myself for work trips, but evidently both of them are selectively deaf. To be honest with you, I sort of liked it. ------- Friday, October 29, 1976 We were to pick up the motor home at 8:00 AM but my internal clock woke me at six. I got up and did my morning bathroom duties then went down to make coffee. I was just pouring my first cup when Missy came wandering in looking like a little girl who'd lost her teddy bear. I poured her a cup as well and moved them over to the table. When I sat down, Missy immediately claimed a place on my lap. I kissed her and cuddled her while we drank our first cup. When I came back with refills, Missy again sat on my lap, but this time she sat facing me, her legs on each side of mine. I gave her what I intended to be a tender, loving kiss, but which soon turned into a passionate one. My dick sprang up immediately, and Missy started rubbing her sweet pussy along the under side of it. "Do you know what you're getting yourself into little girl?" I asked. Missy smiled and nodded her head. She kept up her rocking motion until I didn't think I could take it any more. I grabbed her hips to stop her motion, then told her to raise up. When she did, I moved the head of my cock until it was touching her vagina. She smiled and lowered herself onto me. We sat, locked together, for a couple of minutes. This let me calm down a little and let Missy become accustomed to the invader in her pussy. I started playing with her nipples, and Missy moaned her appreciation. I pulled her face to me and kissed her. This kiss was intended to be passionate, and it was even beyond my expectations. I could feel Missy's pussy grasping me, pulsing without the rest of her body moving at all. Finally I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and raised her slightly, then let her down again. I repeated this a few times until Missy took the hint and started moving up and down on her own. I must have been hitting her G-spot, because within half a dozen strokes she was moaning, then screaming through her first climax. I rode it through with her, then held her as she came down. She had just started moving again when Sharon came into the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning. Sharon came over to us, picked up my coffee cup and took a large drink. "I've got next," Sharon said as she leaned over and started kissing and sucking on Missy's left nipple. It wasn't long before I could feel Missy building toward another orgasm. I knew it was going to be hard for me to keep from cuming with her, so I started gently rubbing her clit with one hand. I wet the middle finger of my left hand where we were joined together, then reached around and slowly started inserting it into her backdoor. The results were immediate and far beyond what I had expected. Her movements became erratic and her vocalizations became intense. Missy's whole body started quaking as she told the neighborhood how good her climax was. She collapsed against me with a final moan, and I held her as she calmed down. When she finally raised her head and kissed me, Sharon slapped her on the butt and said, "Okay, move it over girl. It's my turn." Missy stuck her tongue out at Sharon, but lifted off me and moved into the chair next to me. Sharon immediately assumed the same position Missy had been using, and lowered herself onto my very wet and ready cock. She started a slow up and down motion as she leaned in to kiss me. She broke our kiss and said, "I really like this position. I don't think you've ever been this deep inside me Mike." I started gently caressing her sides and hips, and occasionally moving my hands around on her butt. Within a minute she started increasing her speed, and I could feel my own approaching fulfillment. "I'm going to cum, Love," I told her. "Good! I want you to cum inside me," she whispered. "Cum in me Mike. Please cum in me now!" Sharon screamed. What can I say? I did. I don't know if my climax put her over or her climax put me over. All I know is it was one of the best orgasms of either lifetime. As we sat there basking in the afterglow, Missy brought us both fresh cups of coffee. She leaned in and kissed each of us, then said, "That was beautiful." Sharon and I each put an arm around Missy and drew her in close. "We love you Missy," I told her. Sharon nodded her agreement. "I know you do. I love both of you too. I still say it sounds strange though to say you love two people and mean it in the same way. I am so happy you all decided to include me in the family." "So are we Missy," Sharon told her. "Awh ain't that sweet," we heard Beth say as she came into the kitchen. "Come over here sis," I said. "We're having a group hug and want you to be part of it." Beth came over to the side of Sharon and I that was opposite Missy. We put our arms around her and all of us assured her we loved her. The four of us ate some Bear Claws Sharon and I had picked up yesterday and finished our coffee. We figured it would be a little much to try to crowd all of us into the same shower, so Sharon and I used the one off of Bonnie's room while the girls used the one by Beth's old room. Bonnie and Thelma were just starting to wake up as Sharon an I were dressing after our shower. We both went over and kissed them. "There is a fresh pot of coffee and some sweet rolls in the kitchen," I told them. "The girls and I are going to load the Suburban while you guys wake up." Thelma grabbed me by the ears and pulled me down on top of her. "You don't think you're going to get out of here with just one kiss, do you young man?" she asked. "Hey, you can get as many kisses as you'd like pretty lady. As long as you are up showered, dressed and ready to go in thirty five minutes." Thelma kissed me soundly, once, then said,"Get off me you lout. I have to get ready to pick up our new chariot." I laughed as I got up. "First I'm a young man you want to kiss, then within seconds I'm a lout. I'll never understand women." "Let's put it this way, you are a loutish young man that I love to kiss. Maybe we'll have to make Bonnie drive so I can get a little more than a couple of kisses." "I can see this trip is going to be a lot more interesting than I'm used to," I told her. "Usually I'm trying to overcome boredom." "Not any more," Bonnie told me then kissed me again. "Now, get out of here so we can make ourselves beautiful." I got. ------- Chapter 20 It took us longer to move everything we'd packed from the suburban to the motor home than it did to pack it. It also took two trips. While Bonnie and Thelma went back for the second load, I was going over the features of the vehicle with the salesman. I had him go over the leveling and on how to hook up to the facilities at a campground. Nothing was too complicated, so we finished fairly quickly. I then drove the RV around the lot a couple of times to get the feel of it. God the thing was huge. I had driven RVs when I was George. I had even taken special training for driving them. The power steering and brakes were excellent, so there wasn't a lot of physical strain. When the Suburban was hooked on the back and everyone was aboard and settled I asked Bonnie the big question, "Where the hell are we going?" Bonnie got a big laugh out of that. "I guess I have been pretty secretive about that, haven't I? Get on route 80 headed east. We're going to Nevada." "Are the passes clear?" I asked. "I checked with AAA this morning. All the roads are open, and free of snow. It may be the last time this year they can say that, so I thought it would be a good time for us to head in that direction." I put the travel monster in gear and eased my way out of the lot. I checked the fuel gauge and decided we could get on the highway and find a truck stop safely. We stopped just outside of Oakland and I filled the diesel's tanks. It's quite a shock when you pump in almost two hundred gallons. I sure am glad it wasn't at 2003 prices. It also took a while. We also filled the propane and water tanks. I was getting a little hungry, so we pulled over into the truck parking area. The girls fixed sandwiches and soft drinks which we ate while we sat around the living room and talked. Sharon found my lap, and decided she was better at feeding me than I was at feeding myself. I'll have to admit I enjoyed having the attention. "Bonnie, would you like to drive for a while, now that we're on the open road?" I asked. "Mike, it scares the pee out of me to think of driving something this big, but it also makes me wet. Yes, I'd like to try. Will you sit up front with me while I do?" "Of course. I won't abandon you. I think you'll get used to it quickly though. After you've had a turn, we'll see if Thelma would like to give it a spin." "Oh yes, I want to try," Thelma said. "It's kind of like having sex for the first time though. Just as Bonnie said, it scares you to death, but it is also very exciting." ------- I had Bonnie drive around the parking lot a couple of times, then pull back into the slot we had been in. She did very well, but I could see she was a little nervous, especially with the Suburban hooked on the back. She was confident enough to get her out on the road, so we did. She held just below the speed limit, which was fine with me. We were on the road in the early afternoon, so we would be missing rush hour traffic, which was also fine by me. Bonnie had been driving for just a little over an hour and we were and we were approaching Sacramento when she pulled into a rest stop and asked for me to take back over. I told her how well she had done, and she gave me one of her million watt smiles. "It scared me at first," she said. "After I was driving a while I really began to enjoy it. You're so high up you can see everything." We all got out and stretched our legs. I found out the rest of the family had been playing cards as we traveled. We romped around a little while, playing grab ass and tickle monster, then I told everyone I'd like to get by Sacramento before their rush hour started, so we hit the road. I was driving and Thelma was riding shotgun as we started our climb toward Donner Pass. Once we had gotten out of the range of Sacramento traffic, I slowed us down so everyone could enjoy the scenery. I had been driving an hour and a half or so when I decided it would soon be time to eat. I called Bonnie on the intercom and asked her to come up and talk with Thelma and I for a minute. When she came in I asked her if she'd like for us to stop so we could prepare dinner, or would she rather we found a place and ate out. After discussing it, we decided to stop in Truckee and get something to eat and check on the latest road conditions. ------- While we were eating at a truck stop in Truckee, I happened to notice a couple of state troopers at the counter. I went over and talked with them for a couple of minutes, asking about road conditions. They told me the roads were clear, but it was definitely cold, so to be careful, especially after the highway started down toward Reno. It was just starting to get dark as we left Truckee. We hadn't gone more than five miles when a light snow began to fall. It wasn't anything serious and the officers I had talked with said there wasn't any accumulation predicted. I was following a car that was taking it kind of slow. I made sure I stayed far enough back to stop if he suddenly stopped in front of me. We had just reached an area where the mountain dropped off sharply on the right side of the road when I saw the car swerve sharply. I applied my brakes and watched, sickened to my soul, as the car hit the guard rail and plunged over the side of the mountain. A deer ran off, across the median as I reached the spot where the car went out of control. Sharon, who was riding shotgun gasped then buried her head in her hands as I pulled off on the shoulder. I grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Get me a heavy coat," I shouted at her, trying to break her out of her shock. I got out, not waiting for her to return and went over to where the car had broken through the guardrail. I could see the car about fifty feet below me. It had come to rest against a tree that looked to be about four inches in diameter. It didn't look like it was going anywhere. The lights were still on, but it looked like the engine had died since the rear wheels were not turning. I was trying to see if there was a way down to the vehicle when Sharon showed up with a coat for me and the rest of the family in tow. Damn it was steep. I couldn't see any hand or footholds and I knew we didn't have any rope in our RV. "Bonnie, get all of the sheets you bought and bring them here. We'll also need a knife." Bonnie was running to the RV before I even finished speaking. Beth followed her to help. When they got back, I took the knife and started a cut midway of the top of a sheet. I then tore the sheet in half. "Someone do the other sheets like I just did this one," I told them as I was tying the two halves of the sheet end to end. Working together, we soon had a rope that would reach below the car. I tied one end of it to the guardrail post and started down. My hands were freezing, but I knew I wouldn't have as good a grip on the sheets if I were wearing gloves. I was beginning to worry about the occupants of the car since I hadn't seen any movement inside the vehicle. I lost track of it as I was going down as I had to focus all of my attention on climbing. When I got down to the level of the car, I had to swing slightly to my right to get to it. I was able to walk across the face of the mountain, and it was a short enough distance I wasn't feeling a lot of sideways pull on our makeshift rope. I could see in the passenger side window. There was a man behind the wheel and a woman in the passenger seat. Both were slumped forward, obviously unconscious or dead. There were two smaller bodies in the back, both lying against the back of the front seat. The windshield was busted and small pieces of glass were everywhere. I made sure the passenger wasn't leaning against the door, then opened the passenger side door in the front. The wheels on the passenger side were in a wash that summer rain had cut into the steep slope. The car seemed very stable, so I wasn't worried about it slipping off the tree and going on down. I mentally probed the couple in the front seat. The woman was dead. There was no response from her at all. I could see from the angle of her head that her neck had been broken. The man appeared to be just unconscious. I was afraid he'd wake up while I was trying to get them out, so I told his body to sleep until one of us woke him. The girl in the back seat was starting to wake up as I climbed into the car. She had been holding a large teddy bear when they hit the guardrail, and it probably saved her life. The boy who had been riding behind his father hadn't faired as well. His right arm was badly broken, with the bone protruding through the skin. The jagged end of the bone had cut a vein and he was bleeding profusely. I managed to get the vein to heal itself, and the bleeding stopped. If I had been just a few minutes later, he'd have been with his mother. I put the little girl, who appeared to be about seven or eight back to sleep. Her brother appeared to be a few years older, and I reinforced his sleep as well. I told her. I told them. I tied the rope around the woman, under her arms and managed to get her out of the car without falling down the cliff myself. I told the family to pull her up and wished I was up there to help them. When they had her all the way up, and had removed the rope, I thought of how rough it was going to be on the other occupants to be pulled up in the same manner. I requested. When the rope came back down, I took the pillow and doubled it up lengthwise. I cut about three feet off the end of the rope and used it to tie the pillow around the man's neck. This would keep his head off the ground as they pulled him up. I told them. I slid him across the seat and out the door. It was a little harder for them to pull the guy up, but with five people pulling, they managed it with no problem. While the were taking the guy up, I lifted the little girl across into the front seat. I repeated the process with the girl I had used on her father, then asked them to send me another pillow. I used it to cushion the boy's arm for his trip up the mountain. They dropped the rope back down to me when they had the boy up. I tied it around under my arms for safety, then climbed back to the top. We put the woman in the Suburban, and laid the rest of the family in the bed in the smaller bedroom. I got back behind the wheel and we took off for Reno. ------- We kept the people asleep until we reached the hospital in Reno, then told them they could wake up when the wanted. We pulled up in front of the emergency room entrance, and I ran inside to get someone. At the desk I told the nurse we had accident victims in our RV and we needed them to get the people inside immediately. She asked how many and I told her three alive and one dead. She sent several orderlies to bring them in. I asked for her to call the police so we could report what had happened. I went back into the waiting area and the rest of the family was waiting for me. "They've called the police," I told them. "Sharon and I will have to give a statement about what we saw when the car went over." "It's something I'll never forget," Sharon told me. "I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life as I was when I saw the car hit the guardrail and then go on through." "I'm sorry I yelled at you honey about getting me a coat, but I was afraid you were losing it," I told her. "It's okay Mike. I was losing it. Your yelling at me got me moving." "Still, I plan to make it up to you." "Hmmm I like the thought of you making it up to me, whether I think you need to or not." ------- When the police finally arrived, Sharon and I explained to them what we had witnessed and what we had done after the car went through the guardrail. I told them about the deer I had seen running across the median. "Were any of them conscious during any of this time?" one of the officers asked. "No sir," Sharon told them. "I sat on the edge of the bed with them the whole way to the hospital. The little girl moaned and moved around a little, but the man and the boy never moved at all." "Are you folks going to be around a while?" the officer asked. "You'll have to talk to our mother about that," I told him. "We were intending to stay in Reno tonight, then head toward Las Vegas." One of the officers went over to talk with Bonnie while the other one stayed with Sharon and I. "So, you say this happened just inside the Nevada line?" he asked us. "That's right officer," I told him. "I had just remarked to Sharon that we had just passed into Nevada. She said something about being in the gambling capitol of the world, and I reminded her we were a little too young to be gambling." "How old are you, Mr. Green?" "I'll be seventeen next month, and Sharon is sixteen." "You seemed a lot older for some reason, young man. I would have guessed you at twenty-one or twenty-two." "Thank you officer. Sometimes, like tonight, I feel like I'm eighty." "I know exactly what you mean. I have those nights a lot, especially in the winter when the accident rate goes up. You should be very proud of what you did tonight though. Your family saved the lives of three people." "It does feel good sir. I just wish we could have done something for the mother. I don't think she could have been over thirty. It's such a shame the kids are going to be growing up without a mother." "That's what makes my job so difficult at times, son. I wish I could save every one of them. It's just not possible though. The worst is when it's a child. Knowing they will never grow up and experience the things they should have the chance to experience." We sat quietly until the other officer came back. "Mrs. Green says they can stay a day or two if we need them to," he told the officer we had been talking with. "I'd like them to be here at least through tomorrow in case we need to ask them anything else." "I'm sure that won't be a problem. Mom will probably want to go gambling, so I'll keep track of where she's at and call in ever four hours or so. Would that be okay?" "That will be fine. Just ask for Officer Jensen or Officer Talbert." "By the way, could you officers tell us where we can find an RV park? We'd like to hook up to electricity and sewer tonight if possible." "We'll do you one better than that. Just follow us and we'll take you to one." We ended up following the officers to what turned out to be a very nice RV park. They waited around until I came out of the office and waved at them before they took off. It was interesting hooking up the RV for the first time. Of course I had five women telling me how it should be done. None of whom had been present when the salesman had gone over it with me. It was too late to go buy sheets, so we just used blankets. I don't think any of us really noticed. I know I was so tired I fell asleep immediately. ------- Saturday, October 30, 1976 I awoke, early as usual, with Bonnie on one side of me and Sharon on the other. I eased my way out from between them and did my bathroom business. I was on my second cup of coffee when Missy came out. She stood a few feet from the table looking totally lost. I got up and got her a cup of coffee, and when I sat back down I turned so she could sit on my lap. I held my arms out to her and she came over and snuggled in. I waited until she had taken a couple of sips of coffee then asked, "Did you sleep well?" She nodded her head, but her expression was just as blank as it had been when she came into the room. When she had finished her first cup of coffee, she was looking a lot more alert. She held up the cup and raised an eyebrow at me. I stood up, still holding her in my arms and walked over to the coffee maker. Missy giggled as she poured herself a cup and added cream. I walked back to the table and resumed my seat. Missy set her cup on the table and gave me a three alarm kiss. When she pulled away, she said, "Thank you for taking care of me in the mornings, Mike. It's hard for me to begin functioning." "Have you always been this way Missy?" "Yes, Daddy used to hold me on his lap in the mornings until I woke up." "I'll bet you were wearing more than you are now though." "Sometimes. Remember I told you my parents were nudists? We often went nude around the house when it was just family." I stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead. "You know I love you, don't you Missy?" "Yes Mike. I love you too." We sat holding each other for a few minutes then Missy asked, "Could you do me a favor this morning Mike?" "Sure, what do you need?" "I'd like to go over to the hospital this morning and look in on the family we brought in last night. Could you take me?" I smiled at her and kissed her forehead again. "I was thinking the same thing, Missy. I'd be happy to take you." We snuggled for a couple of minutes more, then I asked, "I'm going to take a shower Honey. Would you like to see if it's big enough for two?" Missy agreed and we went in to check out the bathroom. It was almost as big as our bathroom at home. It was laid out a little differently, but was certainly functional. The shower was definitely big enough for two. We finished washing each other, then dried each other as well. I told Missy I needed a shave, so I was getting my shaving stuff together when Missy sat down on the toilet. She spread her legs apart and let loose a stream. "Oh my!" I said. Missy stopped peeing immediately. "Is anything wrong Mike?" "No... it's just that I've never seen a woman pee before." Missy smiled, "Would you like a closer look?" "Well... yeah, sure." "Get down on your knees and move closer." I did as she asked. Missy pulled the lips of her pussy apart, and again let loose her stream. I moved my head around, looking at it from different angles while Missy smiled her approval. When she finished I said, "Thank you Missy for sharing that with me." "You are welcome Mike. I love you." ------- It turned out the whole family wanted to go to the hospital. Of course it took a while for everyone to get up and get moving. Breakfast was great. We had our first meal prepared in our new RV. Beth and Sharon got their heads together and made French Toast with sausages. It was delicious. When we got to the hospital we realized we didn't even know the name of the family we had brought in. We inquired at the information desk, but they told us they couldn't give out any information without our knowing the patient's name. I ended up calling the State Police Post and asked for officer Jensen or Talbert. When they put me through to one of them, I told him who I was and asked for the names of the people we had brought in. "I don't know if we're supposed to give this out or not, Mr. Green, but their name is Salyers. John, Jimmy and Cindi. Why did you want to know?" "My family would like to visit them this morning and see how they're doing," I told him. "That's admirable, Mr. Green. From what I understand, Mr. Salyers is taking it pretty hard. He blamed himself for the accident and for his wife's death." "I don't know if we can be of help or not, but we'll certainly give it a try." ------- Chapter 21 We found when we went back to the information center that John and Jimmy Salyers were in the same room and Cindi was in the room next to them. We went to the room with Mr. Salyers in it first. He was just laying there. Jimmy had the TV on for his side of the room, but Mr. Salyers was just staring at the ceiling. I went in first with Bonnie. We introduced ourselves and I told him we were the ones who had brought them in. He brightened a little at that. "I want to thank you for saving my kids," he said. "I don't know what I'd do if I'd killed them too." "Mr. Salyers, you didn't kill anyone. A combination of a deer and slick roads did that. I was less than 200 feet behind you when it happened and I don't see how anyone could have avoided it." "Mike is right, Mr. Salyers. We had a heck of a time pulling you guys back up the side of the mountain because the road was so slick we kept losing traction with our feet. If there hadn't have been five of us pulling, there were times when we'd have lost you." "Remember, sir. You are all your children have now. You need to shake yourself out of this so you can take care of them." "I know I do son. It's just hard. We were having a rough time anyway. I'm an accountant. I worked for the same company for fifteen years, and I was let go four months ago when they downsized. We lost our home and were going back to live with my wife's parents until I could find a job. Our insurance on the car had expired, so it's a total loss as well." "That's a real shame Mr. Salyers. Where did you live and work before you lost your job?" "We were from the bay area. That's the only place my kids have ever known. Jenny's parents live in Ohio, and the kids don't even know them." "What part of the Bay area?" "We lived, and the kids went to school in Hayward." I looked over at Bonnie and she was staring back at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked. "We really could us a good accountant for the company," she said. "Mr. Salyers, we are just starting up an investment company. We don't even have offices for it yet, but we are going to need a good accountant. Would you be interested in working for us. We'll be opening the offices in Hayward, by the way." "My God yes! You're not joking me are you?" "No sir," I said. "It is going to be investing mostly in the stock market and in real estate. Do you know anything about that type of accounting?" "Most definitely. I've been doing that type of work for fifteen years. How much capital do you have invested?" "It's somewhere between nine and ten million right now. We are growing quite rapidly." "How much were you making on your last job, Mr. Salyers?" Bonnie asked. "I was making $18,000 a year ma'am. And, please call me John." "Okay, John. If you are willing to accept the job, you are on salary with MBBS Enterprises starting today at $21,000 a year." "Yes ma'am! I do accept." "I'm Bonnie and this is Mike. We don't answer to anything else." "John, you said you'd lost your home. Would you be interested in staying in one of our places, rent free, for a while?" "Bonnie, I don't know how to thank you. That would be fantastic. I'd insist on paying rent though." "Nonsense. If we pay you well and treat you well, I'm sure you'll repay us with your loyalty. We also have a three year old Dodge Aspen station wagon you can drive until you get something of your own. You can even buy it from us if you like it." "Bonnie, Mike you have lifted a great burden from my shoulders. It's going to be difficult making it without Jenny, but you've made it so we can at least survive financially." "Oh we may be able to help in other ways too. We have three teenage girls in our family. I'm sure they'll be willing to babysit if you need someone." "Bonnie, I think we should go over and say hello to the young man in the next bed. He's been so engrossed in the TV I don't think he even realizes we're here." I went on over and said hello to Jimmy. I could hear Bonnie asking John when he was going to be getting out of the hospital. He told her they said he could go today, but they wanted to hold Jimmy until tomorrow. "Jimmy, I'm the one who pulled you guys out of our car last night," I told him. "Why didn't you get Mom out?" he asked me in an angry voice. "She was the first one I got out Jimmy. I'm sorry, but she was already dead when I got to your car." "How did she die?" he asked choking back a sob. "Her neck was broken Jimmy. Probably from when the car hit the guard rail." "Is it true what you said about Dad not being able to avoid what happened?" "Yes Jimmy. I think anyone would have reacted the same way, and I'm sure their car would have reacted the same." "Why didn't your car slide when you stopped?" "Do you know what a Greyhound Bus looks like?" "Yes." "What I was driving is a little bigger than a bus. It has ten huge tires where your car only has four small ones. It's a lot harder to get that big thing to slide than it is a car. After everything settles down, I'll take you a ride in it so you can see what it's like." "Did Mom hurt much?" "Jimmy, your Mom died instantly. I doubt she felt a thing. Maybe like someone slapped you on the back of the neck or something. Did you go to Arroyo Middle School?" "Yes. I'm really going to miss my friends. Is Dad really going to work for you?" "Yep. And guess what. The house you're going to be living in is in the Arroyo school district. You'll be going to the same school." You could see Jimmy brighten. "Really?" "Really." Bonnie came over and said hello to him. She talked with him a minute or two, then we told him and John we were going to go so some of the rest of our family could come in to see them. We went on over to Cindi's room and Thelma and Sharon went in to see John and Jimmy. I told her as we passed. Cindi was a lonely little girl. She was in a room with a lady who had to be at least eighty. The older woman didn't talk at all, and Cindi was just laying there looking at the television, but not really watching it. Bonnie and I introduced ourselves and told her we were the ones who had pulled them out of their car the night before. "They won't tell me anything in here," she complained. "I think Dad was alright, but Jimmy was hurt real bad. I think Mama is dead." "Honey, your Dad and Jimmy are fine. We were just in to see them. Cindi, I know it's tough, but you are right. Your Mom is dead," Bonnie told her. "Thank you for letting me know," she sobbed. "I was afraid Dad and Jimmy were dead too. The people here said they were all okay, but I knew they were lying about Mom." "How did you know they were not telling the truth about your Mom?" Bonnie asked her. "Mom told me never to tell anyone. I guess it doesn't matter now. I could always hear Mama think. When the car went over the edge she stopped thinking." "How old are you, Cindi?" I asked. "I'm nine. I'm just little for my age." "Cindi, your Mom was right about not telling anyone you could hear her thoughts. Bad people would come and take you away from your Dad if they knew it." "That's what Mama said too." I asked mentally. "Yes... You're not talking. You're just thinking at me aren't you?" Bonnie told her. Beth sent a picture of the waiting room. Missy was in the picture as well. "Cindi," I said. "As you get older, you'll come to think of us more like family than like friends. Your Dad is going to go to work for us, and you'll be living close. Close enough we can talk any time we want." "That's fantastic," she said. "Where are we going to be living?" "You're going to be back in your old school district. You'll be able to be back in school with all of your friends." "I don't have that many friends Mike. Most people want something from you before they'll be your friend. They want you to not like someone else or they want you to give them things or something." Bonnie told her. When we left the room, Bonnie and I went to talk to the head nurse. She told us that John and Cindi could leave the hospital at any time, but that the doctor wanted to keep Jimmy until tomorrow. "Why don't we get John to go back to Hayward today with Thelma and I?" I asked Bonnie. "We could show him the house and he could bring the Aspen back so he could take Jimmy and Cindi home in it tomorrow." "You don't mind driving that far?" she asked me. "I'm sure Thelma will spell me. We need to find out what John wants to do about a funeral for Jenny too. Does he want to have it here, or back in Hayward." "Let's talk to him and find out," Bonnie said. We went back to John's room and Beth and Missy were just getting ready to leave. We talked to him about going to pick up the Aspen and to look over the house we'd be letting them use. Then we asked him about the funeral. "Oh God! I haven't even called her parents. I have to do that right now." Bonnie placed the call for him. She had the operator charge it to our home phone. When it started ringing she handed the phone to John. When someone answered we heard him say, "Marj, this is John... No Marj everything isn't okay. There's no easy way to tell you this. We had an accident last night and Jenny was killed." He started sobbing and Bonnie took the phone away from him. She held it for a minute then said, "My name is Bonnie Green. We're friends of the family. John is so broken up he can't talk." - - - "No I don't think she suffered at all. Her neck was broken. Jimmy and Cindi are fine." - - - "That's one of the reasons John wanted to talk with you. He wanted to talk with you about a funeral, and where she should be buried." - - - "No, John is going to be working for us. We have a house for him and the kids as well." - - - "Just a second. I'll ask him." "John. Marj wants to know if you'd consider having a memorial service for Jenny here, then ship the body home so they could have her buried in the family plot." "I guess that'd be okay. Jenny and I were never much on funerals or anything anyway." "Marj. John is okay with that. We'll have a service in the chapel here in the hospital here tomorrow, then ship her home. You'll need to contact your funeral home there and they can arrange for the transportation." - - - "Okay Marj. I'm sorry we had to meet in this way. We'll take care of John and the kids for you." She hung up after saying goodbye. "Now, John, Mike has a proposition for you. Mike would like to take you over to Hayward today and show you the house you're going to be living in. You can pick up the Aspen as well and drive it back here so you can take Cindi and Jimmy home in it tomorrow after the funeral. Cindi can either go with you today, or she can stay with us until you get back." "That sounds okay Bonnie. At least it should help me keep my mind off things today." Cindi said. "Why don't you get yourself and Cindi checked out John? We'll get some lunch and you guys can get on your way." We all talked it over with Thelma and decided it would take at least eight hours for the round trip. We decided to go this afternoon, but come back early in the morning. When John asked Cindi if she'd like to go with us or stay with Bonnie, she was very decisively in favor of staying with Bonnie. Sharon decided to stay with the rest of the girls as well. ------- We learned a lot about John on the way over. He seemed to be a hard worker who had just fallen on bad times. I asked what had gotten him into accounting and he told me it was his uncle. His uncle had his own accounting firm while John was in high school. John had started working for him during the summers when he was sixteen and during the rest of his high school career he had worked at least two hours a day in the evenings. "I always was good at math, and the accounting practices just made so much sense they just seemed to come naturally. When I got out of high school, I took the CPA exam and passed it the first time. I had planned to go on to college, but my uncle said I didn't need it, already having my CPA." "So, if you were working for your uncle, how did you get downsized?" I asked. "Oh, my uncle sold out the business nine years ago and retired. I got along well with the new owners and things were going fine until four months ago when the business was sold again. One of our biggest accounts didn't like the new owners, so they left. Several of our other large accounts said, gee if Albertman's left there must be a good reason, so they left as well." "Ahh I see," said Thelma. "Sheep following the Judas goat." "Exactly," John agreed. "I might have survived, but I was making more than a lot of the younger accountants. The new management didn't realize that I also knew more than most of the young accountants." "That's always the way it is. Employers tend to think everyone is replaceable. That's true for a manual labor job, but for something you need knowledge and experience for it is not." ------- When we got to the house, Thelma asked me to show John around while she got some of her things out of the bedroom. I started the tour then asked Thelma mentally, Thelma came out with a couple of grocery bags of stuff. She put it all in the back of the Suburban and joined John and I. I looked at her pointedly and she blushed the prettiest shade of red. Thelma gave John a set of keys for the house and told him we'd worry about getting the utilities changed over to him when we got back from vacation. We then loaded back into the Suburban and headed over to Bonnie's house. The Aspen was setting in the driveway when we got there. I hit the garage door opener and John nearly dropped his teeth when he saw the Jag in the garage alongside the VW and Thelma's Ford. We asked him if he'd like to come in, but he said he'd really like to look over the place where he'd be living if we didn't mind. We made a date to pick him up for dinner at seven and he took off. "God. I hope I got everything," Thelma said as we took her two bags of goodies into the house. "I'd be embarrassed to death if someone saw those pictures." "Would it embarass you if I saw them Thelma?" "No, I don't think it would. A week ago, yes. Now, we've done almost everything that's in the pictures ourselves." "Can I look at them then?" "I knew you were going to ask, you shit. Yes, I guess you can, but the first time I want to be with you when you do." "That could be fun. We could try to duplicate the poses. Are you going to let the girls see them?" "I suppose. I'll tell Bonnie about them first though." "How about the vibrators and the dildos? Are they going to become community property?" "Are you trying to embarass me Michael Allen Green?" "No love. I just think it would be sexy as hell to watch you ladies turn yourselves and each other on with them." Thelma giggled. "It probably would be sexy to put on a show. It really wasn't very sexy at all when I was all by myself." "Yeah, I know. Masturbation is a lonely sport. It gives you some relief, but it is nothing compared to a little hot bunny love." "You sure do have a way with words, Mike. I love you anyway though." "I love you too Thelma." ------- We took John back to his new home after an early dinner and agreed to meet at 7:00 AM for breakfast. When we got home, I started teasing Thelma about her pictures. We teased and played and cuddled on the couch for quite a while. Thelma told me she couldn't show me the pictures because they would be too stimulating for a sixteen year old boy and I'd just shoot off in my pants. I reminded her I was a fifty-eight year old man. Then she said she couldn't show me the pictures because they would be too much for a fifty-eight year old man and I'd probably have a heart attack. I reminded her my heart is only sixteen years old and in fine shape. Finally Thelma gave me a nervous little smile and told me to go upstairs and get ready for bed. "I'll pick out some pictures and bring them up," she told me. I had been waiting about ten minutes when Thelma came into the room. She had a stack of what looked like fifteen to twenty pictures in her hand. She laid them face down on the dresser and slowly removed her clothes. She picked up the pictures and slid in beside me on the bed. "Okay, Mike. No one has ever seen these except me and my ex-husband, who took them. I burned the negatives years ago, but just couldn't bring myself to destroy the pictures. Are you ready for this?" I nodded and she handed me the first picture. In it, she was standing in a living room. She had on a white night gown that went almost to her knees. Her nipples were clearly outlined, and she was standing hip shot. "Absolutely beautiful," I told her. She handed me the next one. In this one she was wearing a black teddy. She was sitting on the edge of a bed, her left leg drawn up with the sole of her left foot resting against the inside of her right knee. Her pussy was completely covered, but it was one sexy picture. I looked into her eyes and she smiled and handed me the next picture. It was identical to the last one, but this time her pussy was displayed in all its glory. "God you are beautiful!" I said then leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. In the next picture she was on her hands and knees on the same bed. The camera was looking at her from the side. She was wearing some kind of pink silky top and no panties. The top hung almost straight down form her shoulders and her magnificent breasts were fully displayed. The next picture was much like the last one, except the camera had moved toward her butt, giving almost the same side view, but showing just the crack of her beautiful butt as well. The next picture was the same, but taken completely from behind. Her pussy was clearly visible, framed by her beautiful butt cheeks. Her little rosebud was winking at the camera. The next two pictures were continuations of the previous ones, but the camera had moved in each until in the last one it was looking at the opposite side of her body from the first one. Thelma hesitated slightly before handing me the next one. I could see why. She was lying on her back, completely nude. Her legs were spread and her right hand was holding a long thin vibrator which appeared to be about half way inside her. The expression one her face was one I had seen when she had been approaching a climax. "Do you have that vibrator?" I asked. "No, but I have some better ones. Why?" "I'd like to use one on you. I'd like to move it in and out of you vagina as I lick and suck on your clit." "Oh God, Mike." She handed me the next picture. It was a closeup of the vibrator about a third of the was inside her pussy. The part that was outside was glistening with her juices where it had been inside her as well. "Enough pictures for now. I want to make love to you," I gasped. "Did you mean what you said about using the vibrator on me?" she asked. "God, did I ever. I'd love to make you feel good that way, then come inside you with my cock and use the vibrator on your clit as we made love." Thelma smiled and reached under the bed. "Well, I just happen to have my favorite one here." She handed me a vibrator that was shaped roughly like a cock. It was about eight inches long and roughly an inch and a half in diameter. I smiled at her and slid down the bed. I started licking around her pussy, then slowly ran my tongue from the bottom to the top, splitting her lips as I went. She was so wet she was flowing. I licked around her clit for a few seconds, then ran the tip of the vibrator up and down her slit a few times. She was so wet that when I pressed the tip gently against her opening it slid in with almost no resistance. I continued licking as I worked the vibrator in and out until it was fully seated. I grasped her clit between my lips and started gently sucking as I twisted the base and started the vibrator. Thelma screamed and her whole body started quaking. Her butt came at least a foot off the bed and I almost lost contact with her wonderful pussy. Talk about your instant orgasm! I'd never had a woman cum so quickly. I left off sucking on her clit and let her come down a little. When I thought she was ready I started making circles around her clit with my tongue. I never quite touched it, but I could feel her start building again immediately. I worked Thelma through four orgasms before I finally turned off the vibrator and removed it. I crawled up beside her and cuddled her until she looked up at me with wonder in her eyes and said, "Mike, I didn't believe it was possible to cum that hard. I have never experienced anything approaching that in my life." "It was pretty fantastic for me too, Lover. I enjoy making you feel good." "Yes, but now we have to do something to make you feel good too. You mentioned putting that wonderful cock of yours inside me." "Always happy to oblige," I said. "How about we do it doggy style?" Thelma gave me a million watt smile and was on her hands and knees in a flash. "Did the pictures inspire you to want to do it this way?" "Yep," I said as I positioned my cock at her entrance. I slid the head up and down her slit a few times, getting it soaking wet, then slid inside. It was like entering a wet velvet glove. I moved in and out until my balls were pressed against her lips. I started a slow rhythm and waited almost a minute before turning on the vibrator. I pressed it against her asshole and she screamed again. The vibrations were transmitted from her ass into her pussy, and I could feel it on my cock. I kept up the rhythm for a few minutes, then moved the vibrator around to her clit. I made sure I was pressing next to it, rather than right on her sensitive little nubbin. It was only a matter of seconds before Thelma was climaxing again, and this time I went with her. As we both screamed out our pleasure, I heard a mental giggle. We collapsed on the bed and when I could get my breath back I asked Thelma, "Did you giggle as you were cuming?" "For God's sake, no. I heard it too though. I thought it was you." I asked mentally. I heard in response. I looked at Thelma and she was as dumfounded as I was. Then it hit me who it might be. Thelma was giggling as she rubbed my chest. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I thought it was far beyond interesting." I couldn't help but smile, especially when Cindi said, Thelma told her. Thelma looked totally shocked. I said. I waited a few seconds, but there was no answer. I tried one more time, but with the same results. Cindi told me. I distinctly heard Cindi tell Bonnie. Bonnie asked. Cindi told her. I asked. I told her. Cindi giggled. I told her. Now I heard four mental giggles coming from Reno. We both told her goodnight then looked at each other and started laughing. "You know, with that little shit around, we're not going to have any privacy," I managed to gasp out. "I know. At her age, with the IQ she has to have, she's going to be able to think up a hundred ways to eavesdrop." "Oh, well. She's already heard our lovemaking, so we really don't have much more to hide." "By the way, how do you think she knew the vibrator is shaped like a bullet? Was she watching us too?" "Shit Thelma. She must have been. She had to be listening with our ears too." We finally got ourselves calmed down and drifted off to sleep. ------- Chapter 22 Sunday, October 31, 1976 It was around 7:30 the next morning and we were in the middle of breakfast when I heard a little voice in my head. "So Mike," John was saying. "The funeral is set for 1:00 PM in the hospital chapel. Are we going to be able to get there by then?" "I don't see why not John. It's usually a three to three and a half hour drive. Even if it took us four hours, we'd be there by noon." "I'm just a little worried. I'll have to get Jimmy checked out before the service. We don't have any special clothes for the kids to wear or anything. That embarrasses me a little." "John, Bonnie called last night. She says she's going to get a nice dress for Cindi and something for Jimmy this morning." "I don't know how to thank you guys Mike. I can wear what I have on, so that won't be a problem." I took out my wallet and handed him one of the company credit cards. "Stop and get something for yourself too, John. You can use this card until we get back from vacation. Just keep receipts." "You really don't have to do that Mike." "John, this is for your wife's funeral. We need to show her all the respect she deserves." Thelma told me. "John we are also going to give you a thousand in cash for groceries and gasoline and the like. Call it an advance against your salary if you'd like, but the kids have to eat." "I was wondering how we were going to manage that," John laughed. "The refrigerator and freezer in your new place are also full of food," Thelma told him. "Use it up, along with what is in the pantry as well." Cindi asked. "John, Bonnie was also telling me that Cindi wants to go on vacation with us. I know you've just met us, but Bonnie wanted me to ask you if it would be okay." "Hmm. I don't know Mike. I just met you, but you people have done more for us in the last thirty six hours than anyone else has during our entire lives. I trust you and Bonnie and Thelma to take care of her, I just don't want her to be a burden on you." Cindi practically yelled. "John, she really wouldn't be a burden. Most of us are too young to get into the casinos anyway, so she would be company for the girls." "How long are you going to be gone?" "At least a week, but probably not more than two. We'd call in every day or so to let you know if plans change." "It would make it easier on me, and it would help to take her mind off of her mother. Well... I guess it would be okay as long as Bonnie doesn't mind." This time I was prepared for the shriek that came through my brain. "Bonnie told me last night she hoped you'd let Cindi go, so I know she's okay with it." We finished breakfast and hit the road. The drive during daylight hours was much more pleasant. Cindi kept us in touch with our family during the whole trip. We only stopped once to go to the bathroom and to get a cup of coffee. I was standing at a urinal, doing my thing when it suddenly hit me. Cindi! I said as I shook it off and put it away. "Are you watching Thelma too?> When we were back in the car, I told Thelma what had happened. She cracked up. "I told you we wouldn't have any privacy Mike. I'm a little jealous though. She's gotten to see you pee and I never have." Thelma's face went blank for a while then she said, "That little Minx just replayed the scene for me from the time you pulled it out of your pants until you shook it off and put it away. This girl could be dangerous Mike." I laughed, but I knew she was only half kidding. ------- The funeral went as well as funerals can go. Jimmy was a lot more upset over his mother's death than Cindi was. Jimmy was pretty much by himself, but Cindi had a six person support system that helped her through it. John was a real mess. I could tell he still blamed himself for the accident. I leaned over to Jimmy while we were waiting for the service to begin and said, "Jimmy, I know you want to help your Dad get through this don't you?" He nodded his head and looked up at me. "He needs to be busy all the time so he can't think about what happened. Try to talk to him a lot about sports or things like that. Ask him to get things for you and to help you with things. That'll make him feel needed." "Okay Mike. When you get back can I talk to you about what happened?" "You definitely can Jimmy. I hope we can become good friends." ------- We suggested John and Jimmy stay over a night in a motel, but John wanted to get home. They said their goodbyes and left right after the funeral was over. Bonnie and the girls had gone out and bought new bed linens after Thelma and I had left yesterday, so we were all set. We decided we wouldn't take off for Vegas until morning, so we had the rest of the afternoon and evening to kill. Bonnie and Thelma decided they wanted to hit the casinos for a while. Neither were much into gambling, but both enjoyed the slot machines. I asked the girls what they wanted to do, and got mixed results. Sharon came and sat on my lap. She snuggled in and we kissed for a while. "Would you take us out to dinner, Mike," Sharon asked. "Of course I would. Would all of you like to go?" There was a general agreement, so I asked Bonnie if we could drop them off at the casino and use the Suburban to take my lovlies out to dinner. She and Thelma both agreed and said they might have a drink or three while they were playing the slots so it wouldn't be good for them to be driving anyway. I walked over to the RV park office with Sharon and we asked the manager what the best restaurant in town was. He thought for a minute then gave us a name. "It's pretty expensive though," he told us. I got directions and we went back to the RV. We hung around the RV until a little after five then Bonnie and Thelma said they were ready. We loaded everyone into the Suburban and then dropped Bonnie and Thelma on the strip. The rest of us went on to the restaurant. ------- We had so much fun at the restaurant we almost got thrown out. The girls were in a teasing mood, and I'm afraid I wasn't much better. Have you ever tried to get through a meal with four teenage girls and one precocious preteen? Cindi was a trip. She kept us all in stitches with her comments about the people dining around us. The hilarity stopped when she told us the man at the next table had a gun. "He keeps looking for someone," she told us. "I don't know who it is but he keeps thinking 'bastard' and 'snake in the grass'. I think if the guy comes in he's going to shoot him." We had finished eating by now, so I signaled the waiter for our check. I paid it and we got ready to leave. "Cindi, where is his gun?" I asked. "It's in his right jacket pocket." "Thanks, sweet girl." As we were leaving the dining room, I stopped a waiter who was passing by. I pointed the man out to him and told him he had a gun in his right jacket pocket. "The guy kept mumbling something about 'killing the bastard'," I told him. He said he would report it to the manager, so we got out of there quick. When we were back in the Suburban, I called Bonnie to tell her we were going back to the RV. We soon had everyone back at the RV. When we got inside, Bonnie immediately started to undress. I asked. I started stripping as well, and Cindi giggled. "You know young lady, I promised you a visit from the tickle monster. Keep it up and he might visit sooner than you think." Cindi stuck her tongue out at me and ran into the smaller bedroom. I finished undressing and sat down on the sofa. A very naked Sharon plopped herself on my lap. We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes, but Sharon seemed a little distracted. "Is something bothering you Sweetheart?" I asked. "I don't know Mike. It's just that going to the funeral today reminded me of when my Mom died." "I know how you feel love. George was in his middle thirties when his mother died. It still bothers me to think about it." We cuddled for a while longer and I decided I really needed to go to the bathroom. "Cindi, you are not to watch me when I go to the bathroom. Okay?" "Mike, you're no fun. I can play the other time back any time I want to though," she said with a giggle. ------- When I came back out, Sharon was sitting on the couch, looking at a picture. I tapped her on the knee and she got up, then parked on my lap again when I was seated. "Who's picture were you looking at Honey?" I asked when we were settled. "It's the only one I have of my Mother," she told me as she handed it to me. To say I was shocked when I looked at the picture would have been the understatement of the year. Could it be? "Oh my God, Sharon!" "What's the matter Mike?" "Sweetheart, when were you born?" "March 2, 1962." "Were you born in California?" "No, I was born in Georgia." "Oh God! Sharon, I have to tell you a little story. In 1960 and 1961, I, George Halbertson, was a sophomore in high school. Right after the start of the year I started dating a young lady. She was a beautiful girl, and for some reason she loved me. Her parents didn't think I was good enough for her though, and did everything in their power to break us up. It didn't work though and we dated all through the school year." Sharon was looking at me a little puzzled but I went on. "Hang with me Sweetheart. You'll see the connection in a minute," I told her. I looked around the room and saw that everyone was watching and listening to me. "School had just let out and on the fourth of July, she told me she was pregnant. I had been her first and only, so we knew it had to be mine. I told her I wanted to get married, and she agreed. Two days later, I went over to her house and her mother met me at the door. She told me her daughter had left the state and that she was going to have an abortion. I never saw her again." Sharon now had a frightened look. I hugged her close and kissed her nose. "Sharon, I lived in Georgia at the time. The girl's name was Jennifer Alexander." "My God! That was my Mom's maiden name." "Sweetheart, the timing is right. The place is right. The name is right. I think you are my daughter." Sharon put her head on my shoulder and started sobbing. I held her and rubbed her back. I told her I loved her. She hugged me back, but it was a long time before she started to calm down. "Sharon, I am so sorry," I told her. "Sorry? Don't you dare be sorry Michael Allen Green! You have just made me the happiest girl in the world." I looked over at Bonnie and she just smiled and nodded. "How did I do that Love?" "That sick bastard that beat me up is not my father. You are!" "I know Sweetheart, but I'm in love with you as a wife, not as a daughter." "I know that Mike and I love you as a husband, but now I can also love you as my father." "Isn't this a little like incest?" "Incest my ass! If you can use the excuse that your mind is different to have sex with Bonnie and Beth, you can surely use the excuse that your body is different to have sex with me." I had to smile. Her logic was perfect. "Do you still love me as a husband then?" I asked. "Of course! Do you still love me as a wife?" "I wouldn't have it any other way. I guess I am a sick bastard though. I find it highly arousing that you are my daughter." "And I find it sexy as hell that you made love to my mother, and are now making love to me." "Oh God you two are sick," Beth chimed in. "Yes, but her logic is perfect, sister mine." "Of course it is," Beth informed me. "She's a woman. Women are far more logical than men." "How do the rest of you feel about this?" I asked. "Do you really think you're her father?" Thelma asked. "I really think George was. The name and the timing are just too perfect for it to be anything else." "Sharon, did your mother ever mention a George?" "No Thelma, she did mention being madly in love with a boy in high school, but she didn't call him George." "Did she call him Al?" I asked. "That's it. Did you know him?" "Sweetheart, your Mom didn't like the name, George. She called me by my middle name, Albert." "I'd say this was all too much for it to be a coincidence," Thelma said. "I'm fine with it guys. Sharon, how does it feel to be cuddled up, naked, on your father's lap?" "It feels great, Thelma. Mom talked about Al a lot when Dad wasn't around. She was really in love with him, but her parents broke them up. She said she went back a couple of years later, but he had moved out of the state with his parents and no one knew where he'd moved to." "We moved to Alabama, Sweetheart. Dad got transferred on his job." "I feel so sorry for Mom. If she loved you half as much as I do, it had to ruin her whole life. I guess that's why she ended up with the asshole. She never told me I wasn't his daughter though." "I can understand why she didn't," I told her. "A person born out of wedlock was looked down on when you were born. That's why we wanted to go ahead and get married when we found out she was pregnant." "My grandparents are dead and it's probably a good thing they are. If they weren't, I'd kill them now. Mom would have been so much happier, and would probably be alive today if they hadn't screwed up her life." "I know George would have had a happier life. I don't guess I've told you all a lot about my life as George. I was married four times. I was married to my first wife for sixteen years. I married her when I was twenty, primarily because I felt sorry for her. She had a bad home life, and she was madly in love with me." "That's not a good reason to get married Mike," Bonnie told me. "I know that Bonnie. I was happy for a while. The first year or so, the sex was great. Three or four times a day was common. Then she started going to a church that had her believing that sex was for making babies only. Since she didn't want kids, she just about gave up on sex completely." "After she started going to that church, how often did you have sex?" Beth asked. "Honey, I'd say five or six times a year. There were a couple of years when we didn't have sex the entire year." "How did you live like that?" "I'm not proud of what I did, Beth, but after a while I started having affairs. That's how I met my second wife. She was an attorney I met at a party. We had a brief affair, then she talked me into leaving my first wife." "How long were you married to your second wife?" Missy asked. "Nine months. We only lived together for two months though. We lived 150 miles apart. She was to move in with me when we got married. She put it off for four months before she moved in. It wasn't but a couple of weeks of living together full time before we knew it was a mistake. We hung in there for two months, then I told her it wasn't working and we agreed to a divorce." "Wow! Short marriage," Beth said. "My third marriage lasted three years, but we only lived together for less than a year. I was feeling like a failure and was determined to make it work. We'd live together for a couple of months then have a big argument about something. She'd move out for two or three months then move back in again. I knew she was screwing different guys every time we were separated because she told me about them. I think it was just after she was bragging to me the second time about this well hung stud she was fucking that I started dating too." "God what a mess," Bonnie said. "Yeah. We had finally separated completely and I had filed for divorce when I met my fourth wife. I had vowed I'd never get married again, and I told her that up front. She agreed that she just wanted companionship as well, so we were fine with it, we thought. We decided it made sense for us to move in together, since we were spending all of our time together anyway. We lived together for two years and then decided to go ahead and get married. We were married for seventeen years when I died." "Did you have any other kids?" Sharon asked. "No sweet love, just you," I told her as I kissed her nose. "Did you work as an engineer all that time?" Thelma asked. "No, I dropped out of college in my second semester. I went in the Air Force for four years and then kicked around at odd jobs for several years. I finally finished college when I was thirty-one and got into engineering. I think that's why George died so young though." "Why's that?" Thelma again. "Over the next twenty-five years, I probably averaged sixty hours a week at work. I traveled between 100,000 and 200,000 miles a year during all of that time. I don't know how many times I worked for 36 to 48 hours straight, but it was quite a few. Eating in restaurants and living in hotels is not good for you either. I think I just wore my body out." "It doesn't sound like much of a life," Sharon said. "Oh, it was fun in a lot of ways. There's a lot of satisfaction from bringing a job in ahead of time and under budget. It was hard on my marriages though." "I can believe that," Bonnie said. I whispered to Sharon, "I'm tired of talking. Are you going to sleep with your old Dad tonight?" Sharon gave me a million watt smile. "Tonight and every night, Daddy. Will you fuck your little girl tonight?" "No daughter of mine, but I will make love to you." We were starting to get up to head for the bedroom when Cindi asked, "Mike and Sharon, can I watch?" I was dumbfounded. "Can you watch what?" Bonnie asked. "Can I watch them make love?" I looked over at Bonnie with my mouth hanging open. She had nearly the same expression. I don't know how long we stared at each other before Sharon started giggling. It wasn't long before the whole crew was laughing. Finally Bonnie said, "It's up to you guys. She certainly gave us detailed pictures of what you and Thelma were doing last night." "Yeah, and Bonnie wants to try out your dildos Thelma," Cindi added. "Oh my God!" Thelma gasped, embarrassed to the core. "Yeah, she rubbed herself to three orgasms last night, but she was thinking how good one of your dildos would feel," Cindi informed us. "Young lady, I'm going to spank your butt," Bonnie told her. Cindi stood up and waved her butt at Bonnie, then ran into the master bedroom. ------- "Is it okay if she watches Sharon?" I asked. "You know an audience doesn't bother me," she smiled. "How about you?" I laughed. "She's already seen all I have to offer," I told her. "She's far too young to have sex herself though. I can see some problems arising." "I don't know about that," Bonnie said. "She told me last night she has orgasms when she plays with herself. I agree she's too young for penetration, but I'm not sure she's too young for oral or manual stimulation." "But she's just a baby," I said. "A baby with the mind of a thirty year old," Bonnie corrected. "You really haven't had a chance to talk with her much, Mike. Intellectually she is definitely around thirty. Emotionally? I haven't a clue. One minute she acts like an adult and the next she's wishing she had her teddy bear from their car. We'll just have to play it by ear." "You know more about young girls than I do Bonnie. I just hope we don't do anything to hurt her." Bonnie, Sharon and I went back to the master bedroom. Cindi was sitting on the bed, her legs spread wide, rubbing her pussy. She gave us a big smile and went on with what she was doing. "Does it bother you for us to watch you?" Bonnie asked. "No Bonnie. I've never had anyone watch me before, but it's very exciting. Is it okay?" "There's nothing wrong with masturbating, Sweety. It's usually a private thing though." "But, you guys do it in front of each other, right?" "Yes we do, Cindi, but other people wouldn't understand, so you can never tell anyone about it. Can you keep a secret like that?" "Of course I can Aunt Bonnie," Cindi said as she kept working her little pussy. "That's family stuff, right?" "Yes it is Cindi, and you're part of our family now as well as still being part of your father's family." "That's the way I figured it too. Dad isn't really very smart. I'm not sure he would understand. Jimmy is a lot smarter than Dad, but not as smart as you guys. He might understand, but I'm not sure, so I'll never tell him what we do." "You must be very smart Cindi. Have you ever taken an IQ test?" "Yes I am very smart. Oh... Oh... Ahhh... uuunnnnnggghhhh," Cindi let out a big sigh, then hugged herself and shivered through her entire body. "Oh, that was a nice one. No, I've never taken a test like that. Mama talked to the school about it, and they said I'd have to be older." While Bonnie had been talking with Cindi and then Thelma, Sharon and I had been kissing and cuddling on the bed. We were watching Cindi as she climaxed, and I couldn't help the excitement that ran through me. My dick jumped like it had hit a high voltage wire and Sharon shuddered in my arms. "Pretty sexy, huh?" I asked my lover. "Oh God yes! I've never seen a girl that young Jill off. It was very exciting." Cindi looked at us and smiled. "I like watching you too," she told us. "Mike I'm so hot! I need you inside me. Would you do your daughter, doggy style?" "With pleasure Sweetheart." "Oh goody. I've never seen it done that way before," Cindi said. Sharon was on her hands and knees in an instant, and I was behind her almost as quickly. I started by running the head of my cock up and down her slit to get it nice and wet. Cindi's face was less than a foot from Sharon's pussy as I started to slide inside. When my balls rested against her pussy lips, Cindi said, "Wow!" I looked over at Bonnie and she was grinning from ear to ear. She rolled over on her back and scooted up until her head was directly under Sharon's right boob. She pulled the nipple into her mouth and sucked gently. Sharon moaned her appreciation. Before I knew it, Cindi was latched onto Sharon's other breast like a little leach. In a matter of seconds, Sharon was moaning her way through her first climax. I didn't even slow down. She immediately started building toward her second one. As Sharon approached her peak, I slowed down slightly, just enough to hold her there without letting her slip over. Her pussy was gripping and releasing my cock, over and over and I knew this would soon have me going over as well. As I felt my own release approaching, I wet the middle finger of my right hand in out juices the sped up my thrusting. As I felt Sharon coming close, I slipped my finger into her anus and then shoved it all the way inside. Sharon screamed like she was going down a roller coaster. My cock started to spasm, and I felt like my balls were turning inside out. Sharon continued to scream for several seconds, then collapsed on top of Bonnie and Cindi. I kissed both of her butt cheeks, then moved beside Bonnie. Cindi crawled up on top of me and laid her head on my chest. I put one arm around her and the other around Sharon when she moved beside me. We lay like that for a long time. I finally got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back, the covers had been turned down and the three of them were laying there waiting for me. I crawled in between Sharon and Cindi. They cuddled close, and I was soon asleep. ------- Chapter 23 Monday, November 1, 1976 When I awoke, Cindi was sleeping beside Sharon. I gently disengaged myself and made my way to the kitchen, by way of the bathroom. I had just sat down after pouring my first cup of coffee when a beautifully naked Missy came in. She poured herself a cup and came and sat on my lap. "Good morning love," I said. Missy put her arm around me and buried her face in my neck. She made a grunt, which I assumed was her version of good morning. We sat there a couple of minutes while I had several sips of coffee and Missy had two. "I love you Mike," she told me. "I love you too, Missy." "I haven't gotten to tell you before, but I am very proud of you for what you did at the accident." "Thank you Sweetheart. It's nice to hear you say that, although I think it's undeserved." "Whether you think it's deserved or not, the rest of us do. You risked your life to save those people." "Missy, Honey, I didn't even think of it as risking my life at the time." "It doesn't matter if you were scared or not. You're my hero and I'm proud of you." "All I can say is thank you Missy." "You're welcome." ------- We got on the road a little after eight. We took 80 East to Alt. 50, which we took for about thirty miles. We then got on route 95 heading South for Las Vegas. I let Thelma start out driving, and she did quite well for about a hundred miles. I took over for her then, and wished I was back on route 80. Driving the RV on 80 had been a breeze, but on a two lane highway, it could be a nightmare. Especially after we got down into the Excelsior Mountains. We stopped briefly for lunch, then hit the road again. It was only about 4:30 in the afternoon when I saw a roadside table. There was ample room around it, so I pulled in and told everyone we were here for the night. Missy and Beth got their heads together and made us a wonderful dinner of oven broiled pork chops with mashed potatoes and gravy and whole kernel corn. They fixed a batch of brown and serve rolls to go with it. We decided that since there was a chill at the altitude we were at, we'd turn on the propane heaters when we turned off the engine and see how well it kept the RV heated. I was very tired, so I turned in early. Sharon went to bed with me, but we just snuggled. A little later I felt someone snuggle in behind me, but I immediately went back to sleep. ------- Tuesday, November 2, 1976 The heaters worked great. I made a mental note to get the propane topped off in Las Vegas since the stove and refrigerator worked off of it as well as the heaters. The first couple of hours of driving were as torturous as they had been the night before. Then we started dropping out of the mountains and the road became straighter and wider. I had been driving for about an hour with Sharon riding shotgun when She said she had to take a potty break. The door behind me opened almost immediately and Cindi came in and took over Sharon's seat. "Can I talk to you for a minute Mike?" she asked. "Any time you want Cindi. I really want to get to know you better." "Mike, I really want to thank you for what you did in helping get us out of that car. Bonnie told me you sent my Mom up first. I really appreciate that." "It's okay Cindi. I just did what had to be done." "That's not true Mike. Most people wouldn't have climbed down that mountainside. At best they'd have gone somewhere and called the police. Bonnie also told me you stopped Jimmy from bleeding and that if you hadn't he'd have died." "Bonnie has a big mouth Cindi." Cindi giggled. "Bonnie loves you and is proud of you." "You know for a little girl you sure do think and talk like an adult." "Sometimes. Sometimes I just want to be a little girl forever." "There's a lot less to have to worry about when you're a little girl, isn't there?" "Yep." We rode along in silence for a few minutes then Cindi spoke up again. "I've been doing a lot of talking with Missy and Beth. I know there's no way at my age I can live with you guys, but would you mind if I spent a lot of time at your house?" "Cindi. you can spend as much time at our house as you want and your father will allow. Any time you want to come over just call us, mentally, and Beth or Missy or Thelma or Bonnie or I will come get you." "Thank you Mike. I love my Dad and Jimmy, but they're not like you guys. They can't hear me when I think something at them, and I have to try hard to hear them when they think. With you guys, it's hard not to hear you. I have to make an effort to turn you off." "Yeah, I know what you mean Cindi. It is pretty nice being around people who are like you isn't it?" "Yes it is. I've learned a lot from you guys in a short time." "Cindi, you do know you can't tell anyone about our being able to read thoughts or any of the rest of it, don't you?" "Yes, Mike. Bonnie explained to me about people wanting to use us. I don't want to live in a cage, and that's where they'd put us." "I'm afraid so. People would be afraid of us. They'd also want to take advantage of us. If you are ever in trouble, you have to be careful not to do anything that would let people know you have special abilities." "There's something else I wanted to talk to you about too, Mike." "What's that Sweety?" "Sex." "Sex?" "Yeah. I know my vagina is too small right now to have sex, but when I get a little older will you teach me about sex? I mean, will you be my first?" "If you still feel that way when you're fifteen, I might consider it. You're way too young to be thinking about it now though." ------- We pulled into Las Vegas around four in the afternoon. I stopped at a truck stop and asked directions to an RV park. This one was very nice. The lots were large, and they had a dumping station so we could empty our holding tank. After we were hooked up and leveled, we decided to do a little exploring in the Suburban. Thelma volunteered to drive, so I just sat back and relaxed. The strip sure looked different from the last time I was here in 2001. We drove around for a while, taking in the sights. Even in the seventies the strip was a neon wonderland. We discussed the different things we could do and decided we'd like to take in a show before we left the area. We had an early dinner at a nice restaurant. Cindi held my hand as we walked in. Bonnie said that after dinner she'd like to go ticket hunting, so I asked if they could drop me off at the RV first. Missy, Cindi and Sharon said they'd keep me company. We got in the RV and everyone immediately stripped. It was getting to the point that none of us liked clothes at any time. Cindi fit right in. "Cindi, what are you going to do when you go back to live with your dad?" I asked. "You're not going to be able to go naked all the time there." "I know Mike. He and Jimmy would freak out if I walked through the house this way. It might be fun to try it once though." I laughed. "Honey, you'd be grounded until you're eighteen. If they found out you didn't wear clothes when you're with us, your dad would never let you come near us again." Sharon and I had been cuddling on the couch during this exchange. Now Missy came over to join us. She slapped Sharon's leg to get her to move it away from mine, then she climbed onto my lap, her legs on either side of mine, facing me. Missy's pussy was spread wide. I looked down at it, then back into her eyes. She smiled and scooted a couple of inches closer. "Are you trying to steal my man, slut?> Sharon asked as she gently squeezed Missy's clit. Missy sucked in a breath. "No, I'd just like to borrow him for a while if I could." "I think that could be arranged," Sharon told her as she kissed Missy's left nipple. "Why don't we all move back to the big bed where it's more comfortable?" "Cindi, we're going back to the bedroom for a while. Will you be okay by yourself?" "Yeah, Bonnie gave me a book to read. It's not fair though. You guys get to have fun and I can't even watch." When we got to the master bedroom, we all piled in to the bed. It is interesting being in a pile with two naked females. Interesting and exciting. Sharon and I shared a four alarm kiss and Missy was playing with my growing erection." I pulled Missy up to me and lowered my lips to hers. I started with a gentle touching of our lips. She snuggled in so I said, "I haven't forgotten about you Missy." "That's okay Mike. Can I ask you a favor?" "Sure, Missy. Anything you want." "Could you... uh... do me in the butt?" "Are you sure you want to do that Missy?" "I'm not sure I'll like it, but I'm sure I want to try it. When you stuck your finger in my butt the other day I had the biggest climax I ever had." "My cock is a lot bigger than my finger lover." "I know that. I was talking to Thelma about it and she says if you go slow it doesn't have to hurt." "Well Honey, I've never been a big fan of doing it that way. Why go in the poop chute when a pussy feels so good? If you want to try it, we'll do it. Just promise me you'll tell me if it hurts and we'll stop. I'm not into pain for either partner." "Okay Mike. I promise. I love you Mike." "I love you too. We'll need some kind of lubricant." "Already taken care of. Thelma had some KY jelly in her bag of goodies. It's in the table beside the bed." "So, you've got this all planned out. Okay lover. Let's do it." I pulled her to me and we kissed for several minutes. I was stroking her back and her butt the whole time. I noticed Sharon get up and get a tube of lube from the night stand. We were laying, facing each other so I motioned for Sharon to put some of the lube on the middle finger of my right hand. She coated my finger well, and I slipped it down the crack of Missy's ass. When I reached her little rosebud, I gently rubbed it with the tip of my finger and applied a little pressure. The tip of my finger slipped inside. I gently wiggled my finger until it was in to the first knuckle. I then began a gentle in and out motion until I started to feel some friction. I pulled back out and motioned for Sharon to put a glob right on the anus. I worked my finger until it was all the way in and then began long gentle strokes. Missy's eyes were wide and she looked a little frightened. "Are you still okay with this?" I asked her. "Yes, Mike. It feels good. Am I a sicko?" "No lover. Many women like it in there. Sharon would you put some more on my other finger please?" I slipped my one finger almost all the way out and had Sharon put some more lube on it as well, then I slowly worked both fingers back into her dark passage. When I had both fingers all of the way inside, I asked Missy if she was okay. She said she was, so I explained that my cock was just a little larger around than my two fingers, and there should be no problem. "Missy, I'm going to leave my fingers inside you, but I want you to roll toward me, then get up on your hands and knees." She looked doubtful but found it wasn't difficult at all. Now I was laying beside her with my fingers buried in her butt. I pushed myself to my hands and knees and moved around behind her. I started moving my fingers in and out in long strokes while Sharon lubed up my cock. I moved until my cock was inches from her pucker then asked if she was ready. She nodded vigorously, so I pulled my fingers out and pressed the head of my cock against her. To my surprise, it slid right in. I stopped as soon as the head was inside and let her get used to the feel of it inside her. "Are you okay Missy?" "Yes. Mike you said your cock wasn't much bigger than your two fingers, but it feels ten times as big. It doesn't feel bad though." I took my time working my way in, stopping frequently and adding lube when I thought it was needed. Finally, I was in as far as I could go. I stopped then asked, "I'm all the way inside Missy. Do you want me to go on?" "Oh God yes! Mike I never thought about how long your cock is. I feel like it's coming up in my throat. It feels fantastic though, so start riding cowboy." I started a gentle in and out motion, but before long Missy was controlling the depth and speed. Within a couple of minutes she reached her first peak and didn't even slow down. When she was cuming for the fourth time, I let go myself. She must have felt it, because she screamed out her triumph then collapsed onto the bed, dragging me with her. I held my weight off of her for the most part, but still let my body remain in contact with hers, covering her and keeping her warm as she recovered. When I had shrunk to the point I slipped out of her, I rolled off, and pulled her to me to cuddle. Sharon cuddled up to the other side of her, and we laid like that for several minutes. Sharon left the room and returned a few minutes later with warm moist wash cloths and hand towels. When I saw what she had, I rolled on to my back and let her get to Missy. Sharon gently cleaned and dried Missy's bottom, then started to work on me. I've never felt a more gentle loving touch as she washed and dried me. "Thank you Sharon," I said as I pulled her in close for a cuddle. Sharon pulled the covers up over us and we relaxed. Just before I fell asleep, I saw Bonnie and Thelma peeking in the door. Bonnie blew me a kiss and closed the door. ------- Wednesday, November 3, 1976 Wednesday started the way most days started now. I was up first with my first cup of coffee when Missy came in. I jumped up before she got to me and fixed her a cup. When I sat back down, she immediately sat on my lap. Missy had her head laying on my shoulder, so I kissed her forehead and said, "Good morning lover." Missy grunted and reached for her coffee. She took a sip and sat it back down. I rubbed her back and took a sip of my coffee as well. When she had her third sip Missy said, "Good morning." I smiled at my awakening angel and squeezed her. Missy finished her first cup of coffee and got up and fixed herself another cup. She poured me another one without asking and brought it back to me. Before she sat down, she kissed me gently and said, "Thank you for last night Mike. I know it's not your thing, but I really wanted to try it." "Are you okay this morning? Are you sore or anything?" "No, I'm okay. Maybe a little sore, but not as bad as I thought it would be." "I'd ask if you enjoyed it, but from the number of orgasms you had I'd say you must have." "Oh I enjoyed it alright. You know, it's funny, thinking about it, it should be gross. It sure didn't feel gross at the time though." "It didn't feel gross to me either Sweetheart. As a matter of fact I enjoyed it more than I ever did before. You have one of the cutest butts I've ever seen Missy. Maybe it was because I was looking down at that beautiful butt that I enjoyed it so much, or maybe it was because we had a very appreciative audience, or maybe it was because of the enthusiastic helper. In any case, I did enjoy it. Just let me know if you ever want a return engagement." Missy giggled. "I'm sure I will Mike, but to be honest with you, although I enjoyed it and I'm glad we did it, I like you in my pussy better." Before I could answer, Thelma came in and poured herself a cup. "Good morning Thelma," Missy and I chorused together. "Good morning children," Thelma said as she came over to where we were sitting. I looked at Missy and she looked at me. I grabbed Thelma and Missy slid off my lap. I pulled Thelma over my knees, then smacked her right buttock, playfully. Missy then smacked her left one. "That's for calling us children," I said as I ran my hand over her ass cheeks. Missy kissed each of Thelma's nether cheeks and said, "That's for loving us." "So is this," I said, then pulled her up into a very arousing kiss. "Hummm, I think I could take the spanking if the rest of it always followed," she giggled. Thelma sat on my lap and Missy moved into the chair beside me. We cuddled and talked until the rest of the group showed up. When everyone was up, Bonnie said she'd like to go out to Hoover Dam and Lake Mead for the day. Every one thought that would be a fine idea, then Thelma said, "I think that would be lovely, and very educational for all the children." She jumped off my lap and hid behind Bonnie. "Ok, Thelma. We owe you one," I said. Missy just giggled. ------- Hoover Dam was fun. We took a tour. Lake Mead was nice. We did a lot of driving around and sight seeing. We didn't stay too late because Bonnie informed us she had tickets for a show. She played secretive and wouldn't tell us who was in the show. We could have read her, but that would have taken all the fun out of it. Bonnie dropped Thelma, Sharon and I off at the RV and the rest of them took Cindi to buy a nice dress for going out. We sat around kissing, cuddling, and talking for a while, then got cleaned up for our evening out. Thelma made me take my clothes out to the living room to get dressed, saying she didn't want me to see them until they were ready to go. Bonnie and the rest came in a little while later they asked where Thelma and Sharon were, and when I told them, they disappeared in the same direction. It was nearly an hour before they made their entrance and an entrance it was. Five beautiful women and one lovely young girl. They were dressed to the nines. Each one wearing an evening dress that best showed off her attributes. We went to dinner at a very nice restaurant. I had a caesar salad and one of the largest lobsters I had ever seen. Cindi said it looked too gross to eat, but when I got her to try a small bite dipped in drawn butter, I ended up having to share the rest of it with her. As we were eating I couldn't help but notice the woman at the table three over from ours. "Bonnie, isn't that the same woman we saw in the restaurant yesterday?" Bonnie looked over to where my eyes were obviously looking. "I don't know Mike. She does look familiar though." "You know, I think I saw her in Reno too," Thelma said. "I'm going to do something I never do. I'm going to scan her and see if she's thinking about us," I told them. "Don't bother Mike," Cindi said. "I just tried to scan her. She's not there." "What do you mean, not there?" "Mike, I looked where her mind should be and I can't read a thing. It's like there was a glass bubble around her." "That's weird... I see what you mean though. Maybe it's a mind shield or something." "I guess that wouldn't be any more weird than telepathy," Bonnie said. "Do you think she's following us?" I asked. No one had an answer for that, so we decided to drop it for a while. "Bonnie, are you going to tell us about the show?" I asked her. "Well... I guess I should. Okay, we are going to see one of my all time favorite singers. Dean Martin." "Well, that's a singer I never thought I'd get to see again. I like him a lot though," I told them. "You see... he died in 1995." ------- The show was fantastic. Deano was at his finest. We drove back to the RV singing his songs. "Bonnie, what do you say we head out tomorrow morning?" I asked. "Sure, that's fine with me. Did you have somewhere you'd like to go?" "I was thinking of the zoo and Sea World over in San Diego." ------- Chapter 24 Thelma and all of the girls piped up saying they thought that was a great idea. Cindi was especially enthusiastic about going to Sea World. When we got back to the RV, I went ahead and hooked the Suburban up to the back of the RV. I went inside and found I was the only member of the family wearing clothes. I quickly rectified the situation and took a seat in the recliner. I held out my arms to Sharon, and she sat on my lap. "Guys, there are some things we need to talk about and think about. We've been putting some of them off, but this woman tonight has me a little scared." "I guess she scares me a little too," Bonnie admitted. "It could be we're mistaken about seeing her before, but not being able to read her is definitely scary. If she can read us and we can't read her, then we could be in trouble." "I read in a science fiction book one time about a guy who managed to get his thoughts passed a mind reader by thinking of the lyrics of a song all the time. If we did that we wouldn't be able to think of anything else though." "No, we need a shield like the woman has, if that's what it is," Bonnie agreed. "Mike, see if you can read me right now," Cindi said. I looked at her a little funny, then made the effort. Nothing. "Cindi, what did you do?" Cindi giggled. "I just projected that there is nothing here," she told me. "The rest of you see if you can read her," I said. They all had the same luck I did. I asked mentally. "Ladies, Cindi is projecting thoughts to me. See if you can hear what she is projecting, or if you can read her while she does." "Not a thing," Bonnie said and everyone else agreed. "Can you show the rest of us how to do that?" I asked. "Sure, it's easy. I'm just projecting I'm not here. You can do that by just telling your brain to do it. You don't even have to think about it after you start it. It should work even while you're sleeping." We played around with it, and soon all of us had it working. "Cindi, you are amazing. How did you think of doing that?" I asked her. "I don't know Mike. It just seemed like the way to do it." "I am going to miss being able to look in on you guys though. I didn't do it often, but it was comforting knowing I could." "We might be able to do something about that," Cindi said. "I'm going to see if I can shut off the projection to two of you. Tell me which ones can read me." "I've got you," Sharon said. "So have I," Beth agreed. The rest of us still couldn't tell she was even in the room. Cindi showed us how she had accomplished the latest changes, and to all outward appearances we were just as we had been before. "There are a few other things we need to talk about," I told them. "First off, we have always made it a policy to ask before mentally joining with each other. This let us feel a little more individuality, but I think it has also prevented us from becoming as close as I'd like for us to be. I'd like to do a little experiment. For one day, I'd like for us all to remain linked for the entire day. If it turns out we don't like it, or if it causes too many problems, like too much input for the driver of the RV, then we can end the experiment." "I was hesitant the last time you proposed something like this Mike, but I see the advantages of it. If one of us were to get in trouble, the rest of us would know immediately. I'm for giving it a try," Bonnie said. "I don't have anything to hide from any of you," Thelma said. "I think it may be a problem though. If I was driving the RV and Sharon was having an orgasm at the same time, I don't know if I'd be able to concentrate on my driving." "I have an idea," Cindi broke in. "We should be able to limit the linked input. If one of you is driving or something that requires a lot of attention, limit the link to 25% of your input. We'd be using that much of our brain for other things if we were just carrying on a conversation. The rest of the family would still be getting 100% from the person who was driving." "That makes sense," I said. "I think we could do that. We could even tune it out completely if all of our concentration was needed on what we were doing. What do the rest of you think?" "I think it'd work," Thelma said. "I'm for giving it a try." Sharon had been looking a little uncomfortable, but perked up as Cindi gave us her last idea. "I can go for it," she said. "This is a very intimate thing we're talking about. I mean, how many people are willing to let someone else know what they are thinking and feeling when they're taking a shit. I don't think I could do it with any other group of people, but we are all so close I don't think I'll even think about it." "I never thought I'd be saying this, but I'm for it. I loved my parents dearly, but I wouldn't have been able to have shared this much with them. With you guys I can. I know you are all completely non-judgmental. If I think something I would have wanted to keep a secret before, I know you'll just accept it as a random thought," Missy told us. "I have never been shy with Mom or Mike," Beth said. "The rest of you have become such a part of me I could never be shy with any of you either. I'm for it." "Cindi, what do you think?" I asked. "You mean I get to be a part of it?" "Honey, if we tried to keep you out, you'd just find a way to sneak in around the edges. Of course you'll be part of it if you want. The only thing is, if we are doing something that isn't appropriate for you, we'll block you out." Cindi pouted for a minute then said, "Oh I want. In some ways I feel like I'm one seventh of a whole person now, but I feel like that person is a thousand times as large and a thousand times as smart as any person has ever been before. I love you all!" "Okay, then it's agreed. As each of us wakes up in the morning, we'll link with the others. If it gets to be too much for any of us, we'll let the others know, and maybe we can work something out," I said. "There are three or four other things we need to be thinking about. We don't necessarily need to talk about them tonight, because it is getting late, but here they are, so we can be thinking about them. First is the woman who may be following us. What do we do about her and how do we watch for her or others like her? Second is this Cunningham character who was trying to get information from Thelma. Third is the Daniels and Andrews situation. We can't let them get away with this kind of thing. What do we do about them? We also need to find out about Josh. Is he out of the way permanently? We also need to think about getting IQ tests for Sharon, Missy and Cindi. It probably wouldn't hurt for Bonnie and Thelma to take the tests as well. Can anyone think of anything else?" "Do we need to do anything more about Butterman?" Missy asked. "I don't think so. We pretty well cut him off from female companionship when we played the tape. From what I understand he hasn't had a date since." We decided to call it quits for the night, so all of us headed off to bed. I snuggled in with Bonnie and Sharon. As I drifted off to sleep I was thinking of how I didn't think my life could get any better. It amazed me a little to think like this. I had never once had a thought like that in all my years as George, and I was pretty sure the original Mike had never had these thoughts either. ------- Thursday, November 4, 1976 Although it was after midnight when we went to bed, I was up before seven, fully rested and eager for the day to begin. I'll swear that coffee brewing awakens Missy. I was just setting my first cup on the table when she came in to the kitchen. I fixed her a cup and brought it over while she stood there hugging herself. She moved onto my lap when I sat down. I held her and stroked her hair and back while I told her I loved her. After she had taken her second sip of coffee, she asked mentally, I answered. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but when Missy and I linked together it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Not only was I getting her surface thoughts like I had gotten before, I was also picking up her feelings and the thoughts that were going on in the background. We just sat there experiencing each other for a long while. I got up and got us our second cup of coffee, then sat back down. Missy resumed her position and we continued cuddling. Sharon came in before long and patted Missy on the butt to indicate she wanted my lap for a while. Missy went to get Sharon a cup of coffee and when she came back I asked Sharon, She said she was, so Missy and I showed her how we had done it. Sharon said. Missy and I agreed, and we let Sharon experience things for a while. I told her. Experiencing love is a wondrous thing. I think all three of us could have sat there, basking in the other's love for us for hours, but the rest of the family started arriving. When all of us were linked, I found myself looking from one to the other, just enjoying what I was feeling and what they were feeling. We didn't get on the road until nearly noon. ------- It's 335 miles from Las Vegas to San Diego. I figured a seven hour drive. Thelma, Bonnie and I took turns driving. As soon as one of us started feeling a little tired, or if we felt like we had to go to the bathroom, someone would be there to relieve us. It was by far the easiest trip I had ever made. Cindi has a truly amazing mind. We haven't had her IQ measured yet, but I know she is far smarter than any of the rest of us. She takes things in stride that the rest of us have to ponder over. She is also funny and wise and childish at the same time. She kept us entertained during the entire trip. Cindi's only shortcoming was her lack of knowledge. There was just so much she hadn't been exposed to. Some things she didn't know were to our advantage though. For example, she didn't know people couldn't build a mind shield, so she just figured out how to do it. she asked me during one of my turns driving. Thelma had accelerated her rejuvenation after she had been fired, and was now at an apparent age of twenty. ------- We arrived in San Diego around 6:30 PM and found a decent RV park. We got everything hooked up and Thelma made dinner. We decided not to do anything that evening, and just enjoyed our new closeness. ------- Friday, November 5, 1976 You know, I never even thought of it until Missy came in and wished me a happy birthday. I guess I still thought of myself as George, and his birthday was in March. Anyway, here I am in a body that turned seventeen years old today. Everyone, without fail, gave me their best wishes as they came into the kitchen. We decided to go to the zoo today, and then have a party afterwards. Bonnie apologized. Sharon asked. ------- We were back in the RV by 2:00 PM. I had no idea what kind of party they had planned, but when everyone else stripped, I did too. Sharon took my hand and led me into the master bedroom. We were followed by all of the other members of the family except for Cindi who was pouting in the living room where Bonnie had sent her. "Mike, we have a lot of money now and presents bought with money don't mean a lot. We tried to think of what we could give you that would mean as much to us as it would to you. So we decided to give you ourselves," Sharon told me. She pushed me down on my back in the middle of the bed, then lay down beside me. Bonnie climbed on the bed and straddled my lower legs. She smiled at me and said, "Happy birthday Mike." Then she leaned forward and took my cock in her very talented mouth. Bonnie started working on my cock while Sharon kissed and caressed me. When I thought I was going to pop, Bonnie smiled at me then got off the bed. Beth took her place and said, "Happy birthday Mike." She then took up where Bonnie left off. They continued bringing me close to orgasm, then switching to a new partner until every one of them, had their turn. Sharon moved down to my cock and Missy took over where Sharon had been. This time, when my orgasm approached, Missy whispered, "Give it to her Mike. Cum for her. Give her your cum." I did. They let me rest for a few minutes, then Sharon moved back beside me and Bonnie started sucking my cock again. When I was hard again, she mounted me like a cowgirl and started riding. She rode me until she had a screaming climax, then pulled off and Beth took her place. Eventually everyone, except Cindi had at least one orgasm from riding me. I have no idea how many times I climaxed that afternoon, I lost count after five times. I also ate each and every one of them to at least one climax. I fell asleep at some point. It was probably still pretty early. I didn't wake up until bladder pressure forced me to the next morning. ------- Chapter 25 Saturday, November 6, 1976 Saturday started out much like Friday. Missy and I had our morning cuddle over coffee. When everyone else had wandered out, we got ready and headed for Sea World. Cindi had a ball, and the rest of us enjoyed it. I was a little disappointed since I had been to Sea World in 2001 and it had improved greatly over what it was in the mid 70s. By a little after noon, we were all tired out, so we headed back to the RV for a late lunch. I asked as I munched a sandwich and sipped on a soda. Thelma told me. Thelma said. I said. I said. Everyone pretty much agreed that the combination I suggested would be the best, if we could figure out a way to do it. I asked. No one said anything for a few minutes, then Missy spoke up. I told her. I laughed. Beth asked, pretending she was offended. Bonnie giggled. Thelma asked. Sharon said. We all thought about that for a while, then Cindi asked, I asked. she told me. Cindi was sitting on the sofa, and just after she said this, she suddenly disappeared. You could still see the indentation in the sofa where she had been sitting, so I knew she hadn't gone anywhere. I asked. Everyone else looked at where she had been, and gasped. Bonnie reached over and you could see she was running her hand up and down Cindi's arm, but you couldn't see the arm. Bonnie said as Cindi giggled. Cindi cooed. One by one, the rest of the family disappeared. I exclaimed. All of them agreed they couldn't. I told her.